Pursuing My Ex-Wife Isn’t Easy chapter 1615
Luna stared at the kneeling servant in shock. “Vivian, you…”
Vivian was her most trusted servant and had been taking care of Rosalyn for the past six months. The
care she provided was so meticulous and gentle that she won Luna’s adoration.
Previously, she was the one who had claimed that all of them had accepted Joshua’s bribe, which was
why they did not inform her of Joshua’s prior arrival, but all of a sudden…
Luna furrowed her brows and took a step back. “What’s going on, Vivian?”
Vivian lifted her head, and, seeing that Luke and his men had already entered the hostel, bit her lips.
“Ms. Luna, can you tell them not to…search my room?
“I’ve already hidden the ointment underneath my pillow; I can go bring it out myself.”
With that, she got up from the ground and stormed hurriedly toward the servant’s quarters.
She had only taken two steps when Joshua stopped her. He lifted his hand to block her way and said,
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afraid of them searching your room?
“The way you’re so impatient to get back to your quarters…is it because you have hidden other things
in your room besides the ointment?”
The color drained from Vivian’s face as soon as she heard this. “I…I…”
She bit her lip and was about to say something when Luke’s men brought out a chest from inside the
quarters.
As soon as she caught sight of the chest, Vivian’s face turned as pale as a ghost. She bit her lip and
lowered her head. “Ms. Luna, I’m so sorry…!”
With that, she turned and sprinted toward a pillar.
Just as she was about to collide with the pillar, Jim grabbed hold of her wrist and pulled her back to his
side. He said, snickering, “I’m curious to see what was inside your room.”
Luke tipped the chest over, letting its contents fall to the ground.
Not only was there a tube of the ointment used on Rosalyn, but…
There was also a small speaker, a recording device, some children’s clothes, and a few banking cards.
At the bottom of the chest was a small duffel that contained transparent bags filled with strands of hair
and nails, and small bottles filled with blood.
Luke squatted, rummaging through these items with furrowed brows. What were all these?
He knew what the cards were for, but what about the children’s clothes and the speaker?
Curious, he pressed the power switch and turned it on. A baby’s cry rang out of the speaker.
As soon as the speaker started playing, Luna dug her nails into her palms.
She had heard this cry before, not once, but multiple times…
Next to her, Gwen widened her eyes in shock and asked, ” Isn’t this the sound of the baby that would
cry every time it rained?”
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When Gwen first arrived in Merchant City, Luna was upset and devastated over her child’s death, and
claimed to hear a baby’s cry all the time.
At that time, Gwen thought that Luna was just too upset over her child’s passing, but after that…
Every time it rained, she could clearly hear the sounds of a child crying from the yard.
Gwen was a timid person, and, thinking she and Luna were both hallucinating, she would hold onto
Luna and try to reassure her every time this happened.
On top of that, every time Luna heard this baby’s cries, she would remember her dead child.
At this moment, when she discovered the speaker, Gwen finally understood what had been going on.
Neither she nor Luna had been hallucinating; it was all a part of Vivian’s tricks!
Luna bit her lip, and she was so furious that her body started to tremble. She turned and glanced at
Vivian, who was pressed against the pillar by Jim. “Were you the one who had created the baby’s cries
I had heard so many times?”
Vivian was so scared that she did not even dare to lift her head. “I…I…”
“Well, since that’s what’s inside the speaker, what about the recording device?” Luke asked, frowning.
“That recording device is empty!” Vivian gritted her teeth and quickly cried out, “Don’t turn it on!”
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