Chapter 161

When Soren tried calling again, the line was dead.

His fists clenched tight, veins standing out stark on his forearms.

Bang.

A fist crashed hard into Glenn’s face–he’d just come back from paying the bill

downstairs.

A sharp, metallic tang filled Glenn’s mouth. He pressed his tongue to his cheek, then looked up at Soren, his gaze icy and unflinching.

Maybe it was the cold that clung to Soren, having just come in from the night outside, that made the air between them feel even sharper.

Glenn glanced at his watch. Barely ten minutes had passed since the call had ended. So, Soren must have tracked him down and come running the moment the call was cut off.

Meeting Soren’s glare, Glenn’s eyes were steady, showing no hint of fear. He’d always known this confrontation was inevitable–he’d been ready for it the moment he decided to come back.

Soren, now noticing the crumpled hospital receipt in Glenn’s hand, hesitated for a

second.

After discovering Evangeline’s phone was at the hospital, Soren’s anger had already started to ebb during the drive over. Still, the thought of Glenn being the one at Evangeline’s side left him on edge. “What did you do to her?” he demanded. “Why is she in the hospital p>

Glenn gave a faint smile. “What do you think, Mr. Fawkes p>

“Don’t play games with me.” Soren’s voice went cold as ice. “Glenn, don’t test me. If you so much as touch her, you’ll regret it p>

Glenn could see the fury radiating from Soren. He’d heard about Soren’s reputation abroad and knew the man wasn’t bluffing.

But Glenn only smiled again. “Yours? I doubt that p>

Soren’s eyes narrowed. “What’s that supposed to mean p>

Glenn replied, “Evangeline’s health… I’m guessing you don’t even know what’s going on with her, do you, Mr. Fawkes p>

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Back when he first returned, Glenn had wondered if Evangeline had finally lost all hope in her marriage. But now, he realized even that suspicion was pointless.

He remembered the last time he left; he’d asked her, again and again, about her feelings. Then, her eyes were bright, luminous as the moon, full of dreams about love and the future. But now, five years later, that light had faded. What he saw in her was a dull, lifeless stillness.

“What’s wrong with her?” Soren demanded.

Glenn looked at him with a touch of mockery. “You really have no idea what’s going on with your own wife, do you? You have to hear it from someone else p>

Soren started to say something, but the words caught in his throat.

Only now did he realize: Evangeline used to hand over her medical reports to him herself, and he’d barely glanced at them, thinking there was nothing to worry about. But in the past two years, he couldn’t remember the last time he’d seen one.

Not only that–their conversations had grown scarce since he’d taken over Fawkes Enterprises.

The thought made Soren frown, but his voice stayed cold as he warned Glenn, “Whatever’s going on, it’s none of your business. Stay away from her. Otherwise, I won’t hesitate to make sure UME disappears from Serenity City p>

With that, he turned to head upstairs.

“Wait.” Glenn’s voice stopped him.

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Soren thought Glenn would keep talking, so he paused, only for Glenn’s fist to land squarely on his face.

The blow took Soren by surprise–he stumbled back two steps, barely catching his balance.

“That’s for earlier,” Glenn said with a calm smile. “And let me give you some advice, Mr. Fawkes. If you’re so dissatisfied with your wife, maybe you should just let her go. There are plenty of men in this world who’d be more than willing to cherish her for the rest of her life p>

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