“Do you want me to take her back for interrogation?” To find any clue about Dolores, Boyce was afraid he was going to have to question her.

Matthew closed his eyes, looking a bit tired, “No need.”

This woman was still useful for him to keep.

Boyce knew that he had a plan so he didn’t say much about this matter, “This is obviously a huge conspiracy. First, Beulah, Maria and then this fake Ms. Flores came to you. They did so much, just for this fake Ms. Flores to come to you? How is this beneficial for Maria?”

Matthew opened his eyes quickly. What had happened during this period of time quickly converged in is head. Beulah’s death wasn’t necessarily directly connected to Maria, but because of Annabelle she had been willing to die herself. She had never had freedom, so it was better for her to help her daughter succeed.

So, what was the benefit to Maria?

She was not the kind of person who did things for others for nothing in return.

Why would she help Annabelle, not even hesitating to get into danger?

The relationship between her and the Herbert family was not good. The only one from the Herbert family who had a good relationship with her was Sampson, but he had already gone to…

“This is not good.” Matthew stood up suddenly.

Unable to keep up with his thoughts, Boyce asked, “What is the matter?”

“I am afraid Sampson is no longer in there.” He stepped forward and walked towards the door.

Boyce quickly followed behind him, “How is it possible that he is not in jail? It is not that he can easily escape…” At this point, he realized that something was wrong, “Could it be the Herbert family was not true to their word?”

Matthew glanced at him. This may not have anything to do with the Herbert family but to do with Maria.

The door opened and on the other side Abbott was holding Samuel and standing with his hand raised about to knock.

Matthew stopped and looked at Samuel in Abbotts arms, his Adam’s apple bobbed up and down.

“Where is my Mommy?” Samuel looked at him.

Originally, Matthew had planned to have Samuel meet the pretend Dolores to make him feel at ease. But now, he couldn’t accept the idea od him calling that woman ‘Mommy’.

With trembling fingers, he raised his hand and touched him on the cheek gently, “You are a man, you should behave like one.”

Samuel’s expressions were tense.

Obviously, what Matthew had just said was a bad omen.

Samuel in his arms, “Should

still trying his best to keep his tears from falling. His voice was extremely hoarse as he said, “I am a man, I won’t cry. I want to

the little guy’s head into his embrace. The softness between his eyebrows

very well-behaved. He quietly pressed himself close to his heart, listening to his

and

hummed softly in

a deep voice, “Keep an eye on the woman

that he walked

woman? What was the

passed by him, he made the long story short, “Ms. Flores is missing. The one inside is fake. She

Abbott, “…”

What?

disappeared and a fake one had come in her place? What

didn’t have much time to talk to him. He patted Abbott on the shoulder,

his subordinate a call

that Sampson had been replaced. The

looked at Matthew in the back seat through the

do we do now?” Boyce

to see Maria.” Matthew’s voice was low and deep,

he understood and drove faster. Soon, the car stopped

“You play

knew that the place he was going was not for his eyes to see. He

Samuel’s hand, “Let me take

nodded and followed

Nick came

was Boyce’s subordinate,

and Nick led the

where he came at night, through

will bother you. I

the room. At the end of the corridor, there was a strong wall with a small window above it with an electric anti-escape

window in the small square room. On the ceiling, there was a white

they had caught her that night. The pajamas were

her clothes. The wounds on her head and the corners of her mouth had not

with a smile, “Came to see

the door, stepped calmly and steadily to stand in front

are you doing

By this time, he should have found ‘Dolores’, why was he coming

Dolores right now?

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