Chapter 52

Chapter 52
“Leave! All of you!” Angeline cried, tears still falling down her cheeks. She was quivering as she glared hatefully at Ned, waving her arms. “Leave right now!” “Leave right now!”
Sean turned to Ned. “Or do you need Mr. Fletcher Sr. to personally escort you?”
The coldness in Sean’s eyes persuaded Ned to leave. He wrapped an arm around Ingrid and left the floor with her. Before Ned entered the elevator, however, he shot one last look in Angeline’s direction. “Thank you for your help today. You should go back home and rest,” Sean said to Zachary.
Sean had gotten to know what had happened on his way here. It was Zachary who had helped handle Anne’s affairs after her accident.
Zachary gazed at Angeline who was being held up by Sean, unwilling to leave. But Taylor was already gesturing for Zachary to leave. “Mr. Stone
“Then please console Angie.” Zachary figured Angeline might be more susceptible to Sean’s words since they were related.
Just before Zachary entered the elevator, he turned around to see Sean cupping Angeline’s head and murmuring something to her. Angeline grabbed onto his coat and started bawling
into his chest.
“Call me if there are any updates,” Zachary said to Taylor.
“Of course!” Taylor escorted Zachary into the elevator.
After the elevator went down, Taylor remained beside it, not going over to where Sean and Angeline were.
The morgue staff soon arrived. Angeline powered through her exhaustion as the staff cleaned and dressed Anne’s body.
Angeline followed the staff as they placed Anne’s body in its unit. She then held her tears back while getting the relevant paperwork. Finally, Angeline curled up into a ball under a streetlamp outside the hospita and wailed into her arms, death certificate in hand.
Sean stood beside her, sheltering her from the rain with an umbrella.
After a long time, Sean crouched down and gently caressed Angeline’s head before letting her lean in his arms.
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“I messed up… I really messed up this time Angeline mumbled weakly. “I shouldn’t have gone back to the Fletchers with Ned. I shouldn’t have wanted to be with him. I messed up “Taylor,” Sean called.
He then handed the umbrella to Taylor and lifted Angeline into his arms, carrying her into
the car.
It was dawn when they reached the villa.
Even in sleep, Angeline’s tears never stopped flowing. When Sean tucked her into bed, he noticed that his entire shoulder had been soaked through with moisture.
Sean sat at the bedside, gazing at Angeline as she mumbled in her sleep. He wanted to pry away the hair stuck to her face but stopped right before his fingers made contact with her
skin.
Sean then wiped away Angeline’s tears with some tissues from the bedside cabinet.
He went over to pull the curtains shut and switched off the lights in the room before exiting.
“We’ve gotten the footage, sir.” Taylor passed a laptop to Sean when the latter came outside.
The surveillance footage outside the restaurant clearly depicted Ned shoving Anne away impatiently when she tried showing him some pictures in hand. Ned did try to reach out and grab Anne when the car swerved onto the sidewalk, but it was too late.
“The driver just got his license recently. He couldn’t react as it all happened so fast,” Taylor said in a low voice. “There really is no hidden agenda whatsoever.”