NovelEnglishChapter 196 Leonard sent a message to the person who had originally inspected the car. The reply cquickly: they hadn't found anything. They had only checked for bloodstains and missed other details.
"Check again," Leonard instructed.
Lysander chuckled, "We had such difficulty finding anyone useful before. It's suspicious." Leonard was taken aback, "Weren't we supposed to stop looking?" After all, this was likely a trap set by Roland. Searching further would only waste time, and the people they had sent out were just aimlessly wandering.
"Keep searching. I need to know what role she plays in this setup. Miranda doesn't have the guts to hide someone on her own." With a smirk, Lysander glanced in the direction of the upstairs, his voice laced with indifference, "Assign someone else to this task. You stay here and keep an eye on the lady. If she disappears, you can say goodbye to your position." "...Understood." Mila turned the room inside out, but she couldn't find a single trace of a phone.
She then fiddled with the door lock.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtShe had barely started when she heard footsteps outside. She paused, waiting, but no one cin.
It wasn't like Lysander's usual behavior.
Testing the waters, she called out, "Leonard?" A soft voice cfrom outside, "Yes, it's me." Hearing his voice, she connected it to the man who had covered her mouth and nose in the car earlier. She slammed her fist against the door, "Leonard, open this door!" Leonard stood outside, unmoving.
Listening to the sounds from within, his usually composed demeanor faltered. He was transported back to that night seven years ago.
The swinter, the sscenario.
Separated by a door, Mila's voice then had been tinged with a softer, clearer tone, crying and banging on the door. It was heart-wrenching.
Back then, her pleas weren't much different from now.
["Leonard, please, letout. I'm scared, please..."] "Leonard, open the door!" The cries from seven years ago echoed through time, overlapping with the familiar, yet now furious, voice behind the door.
Both were intense, deafening.
Even someone as cold-hearted as Leonard felt a momentary lapse, stepping back from the door. A sudden urge to smoke overwhelmed him, but when he reached for his pocket, it was empty. His usually steady hands, accustomed to holding a gun, trembled slightly.
Indeed, seven years ago, Mr. Montgomery had banned smoking across the entire family. Over time, Leonard had quit too.
"I can't open it, ma'am," Leonard finally spoke, his voice hoarse, yet his decision unchanged from seven years ago.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmSilence followed from inside the room.
Standing behind the door, Mila heard Leonard's words and stopped banging, her eyes distant.
Such a strong resemblance.
Familiar memories surfaced, making her heart race.
Suppressing the unwanted memories, she slammed the door once more, her eyes icy, but her voice softened.
"Leonard, please. Just givea phone, any phone. I need to explain to my family and friends. You know I EH won't run."
Leonard was well aware of Lysander's manipulative ways. Once someone went upstairs, they wouldn't leave empty-handed, but he had never forbidden her from contacting the outside. Moreover...
A moment later, Mila heard a voice from outside, "Step back a bit."
She complied, stepping away from the door. A small gap opened, and net/hers briefly Leonard's gaze met before he averted his eyes, handing a phone through the opening. Without looking at him, she snatched the phone and slammed the door shut.
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