Roses for My Mother's Grave, Divorce Papers for Your Funeral - Chapter 120: Chapter 120
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"Token?" Gregory's brow furrowed. "What token?"
Marlow had always been skilled at reading people. Gregory's reaction seemed genuine.
So her mother hadn't entrusted the token to him after all...
Marlow concealed her insight, her voice deliberately enticing. "When my mother died, you took inventory of her belongings. You should know better than I do."
Gregory's face cycled between pallor and flushing, his tone suddenly stiff. "Stop changing the subject. Hand over the token or else I'll—"
"You'll what, exactly?"
Marlow's slender figure stood tall, like a blade washed in morning dew.
The evening breeze lifted strands of her hair, caressing her slightly upturned crimson lips.
"Dad, please don't get so worked up. Anger is bad for your health. What if you make yourself ill?"
Marlow's voice was honey-sweet, her seemingly caring words effectively silencing Gregory's imminent tirade.
Like punching a pillow, Gregory's rage found no outlet, leaving him nearly hyperventilating with frustration.
Marlow smiled faintly. "Victoria's probably awake by now and wouldn't want to see me anyway. I should head home."
Without waiting for their response, she turned and walked elegantly toward the exit.
The moment she stepped outside the hospital, the smile vanished from her face.
She hailed a taxi and headed straight home.
Her mother Evelyn had spent the latter half of her life essentially imprisoned in that house. If the token hadn't fallen into Gregory's hands, it must be hidden somewhere in the mansion.
Marlow's eyes blazed with determination—she had to find it before they did!
After arriving at the Reeves estate, Marlow searched thoroughly.
Though she didn't find the token, she made an unexpected discovery in the master bathroom.
In the trash can lay used feminine hygiene products!
"This is Gregory and Victoria's bedroom, so these must be Victoria's..."
Marlow frowned in confusion, then glanced at the assortment of bottles on the vanity.
A jar of retinol night cream stood out prominently, its lid improperly secured, clearly in regular use.
Marlow's lips curved into a knowing smile, her eyes gleaming with amusement.
Victoria was faking her pregnancy?
Remembering Gregory's eager anticipation of a son, Marlow couldn't suppress a derisive laugh.
She took photos of both the sanitary products and the night cream as evidence, immediately backing them up to secure cloud storage.
More than an hour had passed, and Marlow decided it would be prudent to leave before they returned.
At 1 AM, Themis Bar.
Marlow sat in a booth, deep in thought, pen in her left hand and a glass of Yamazaki 55 whisky in her right, methodically reviewing every detail of the day's events.
Her blond hair was casually pinned up with pearl clips, thin-framed glasses perched on her straight nose. Despite her striking beauty, her dark eyes behind those lenses held a cold, distant light.
Suddenly, someone slid into the seat across from her.
Marlow looked up, immediately frowning.
She flipped over her paper filled with diagrams, crossing her arms as she regarded her visitor coldly. "What are you doing here?"
Liam smiled suggestively. "I knew you'd come here. Don't I know you well?"
Marlow didn't respond, finding his presumption darkly amusing.
Well enough? Perhaps.
Six years of intimacy and love, culminating in ultimate betrayal—Liam had taken everything from her.
Only he knew that whenever Marlow needed to clear her head and process her emotions, she came to this bar.
"Marlow, the truth is, you're the only woman I've ever truly loved," Liam's eyes softened with practiced affection. "What happened back then—I had my reasons. And Jade was only ever a substitute for you..."
Since childhood, Liam had mastered the art of manipulating women for personal gain.
His mother who had been someone's mistress, Marlow, Jade—it made no difference.
As long as there was profit involved, he could play any role convincingly.
Unfortunately for him, Marlow had long seen through his true nature.
Her red lips curved upward. "Your 'reasons' included sleeping with Jade in front of me while I was sick?"
Dangerous cold flickered in the depths of her eyes, making Liam's mouth go dry.
It was precisely this mix of ice and allure that always left him craving more, like a kitten gently scratching his palm.
"I was set up! That bitch Jade drugged me and seduced me!"
Liam gripped Marlow's hand tightly, absolving himself completely, as if he were truly innocent.
Marlow laughed softly, raising her hand to trail along Liam's neck before hooking her finger under his chin.
Liam's breathing instantly quickened, like a puppet submitting to its master's control as he leaned forward...
Marlow had always been skilled at reading people. Gregory's reaction seemed genuine.
So her mother hadn't entrusted the token to him after all...
Marlow concealed her insight, her voice deliberately enticing. "When my mother died, you took inventory of her belongings. You should know better than I do."
Gregory's face cycled between pallor and flushing, his tone suddenly stiff. "Stop changing the subject. Hand over the token or else I'll—"
"You'll what, exactly?"
Marlow's slender figure stood tall, like a blade washed in morning dew.
The evening breeze lifted strands of her hair, caressing her slightly upturned crimson lips.
"Dad, please don't get so worked up. Anger is bad for your health. What if you make yourself ill?"
Marlow's voice was honey-sweet, her seemingly caring words effectively silencing Gregory's imminent tirade.
Like punching a pillow, Gregory's rage found no outlet, leaving him nearly hyperventilating with frustration.
Marlow smiled faintly. "Victoria's probably awake by now and wouldn't want to see me anyway. I should head home."
Without waiting for their response, she turned and walked elegantly toward the exit.
The moment she stepped outside the hospital, the smile vanished from her face.
She hailed a taxi and headed straight home.
Her mother Evelyn had spent the latter half of her life essentially imprisoned in that house. If the token hadn't fallen into Gregory's hands, it must be hidden somewhere in the mansion.
Marlow's eyes blazed with determination—she had to find it before they did!
After arriving at the Reeves estate, Marlow searched thoroughly.
Though she didn't find the token, she made an unexpected discovery in the master bathroom.
In the trash can lay used feminine hygiene products!
"This is Gregory and Victoria's bedroom, so these must be Victoria's..."
Marlow frowned in confusion, then glanced at the assortment of bottles on the vanity.
A jar of retinol night cream stood out prominently, its lid improperly secured, clearly in regular use.
Marlow's lips curved into a knowing smile, her eyes gleaming with amusement.
Victoria was faking her pregnancy?
Remembering Gregory's eager anticipation of a son, Marlow couldn't suppress a derisive laugh.
She took photos of both the sanitary products and the night cream as evidence, immediately backing them up to secure cloud storage.
More than an hour had passed, and Marlow decided it would be prudent to leave before they returned.
At 1 AM, Themis Bar.
Marlow sat in a booth, deep in thought, pen in her left hand and a glass of Yamazaki 55 whisky in her right, methodically reviewing every detail of the day's events.
Her blond hair was casually pinned up with pearl clips, thin-framed glasses perched on her straight nose. Despite her striking beauty, her dark eyes behind those lenses held a cold, distant light.
Suddenly, someone slid into the seat across from her.
Marlow looked up, immediately frowning.
She flipped over her paper filled with diagrams, crossing her arms as she regarded her visitor coldly. "What are you doing here?"
Liam smiled suggestively. "I knew you'd come here. Don't I know you well?"
Marlow didn't respond, finding his presumption darkly amusing.
Well enough? Perhaps.
Six years of intimacy and love, culminating in ultimate betrayal—Liam had taken everything from her.
Only he knew that whenever Marlow needed to clear her head and process her emotions, she came to this bar.
"Marlow, the truth is, you're the only woman I've ever truly loved," Liam's eyes softened with practiced affection. "What happened back then—I had my reasons. And Jade was only ever a substitute for you..."
Since childhood, Liam had mastered the art of manipulating women for personal gain.
His mother who had been someone's mistress, Marlow, Jade—it made no difference.
As long as there was profit involved, he could play any role convincingly.
Unfortunately for him, Marlow had long seen through his true nature.
Her red lips curved upward. "Your 'reasons' included sleeping with Jade in front of me while I was sick?"
Dangerous cold flickered in the depths of her eyes, making Liam's mouth go dry.
It was precisely this mix of ice and allure that always left him craving more, like a kitten gently scratching his palm.
"I was set up! That bitch Jade drugged me and seduced me!"
Liam gripped Marlow's hand tightly, absolving himself completely, as if he were truly innocent.
Marlow laughed softly, raising her hand to trail along Liam's neck before hooking her finger under his chin.
Liam's breathing instantly quickened, like a puppet submitting to its master's control as he leaned forward...
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