Starting with A Divorce by Gloria Warren

Chapter 516 Find Her

Hearing Pierre addressing Irene, the happiest one there was probably Zoie.

Irene, who was always aloof and arrogant, was now disliked by others.

Irene could no longer endure the endless humiliation. It would be fine when no one was around, but now there were

two more people.

She could only pretend to be calm and say, ’It seems that Mr. Thornton has other things to do. Then I will not

disturb you. I will talk to you next time."

After that, she turned around and left without any hesitation.

Zoie blinked and said obediently, "Dad, Mr. Thornton, I will walk Ms. Wade out."

Without waiting for the two to speak, she chased after Irene who had just left not long ago.

"Ms. Wade, wait a moment."

Irene pretended not to hear, walking faster instead of slowing down.

Zoie took a deep breath, not caring about her manner. She ran in large strides to catch Irene up and forced her to

stop.

Irene stopped and looked at the arrogant woman standing in front of her. Her patience gradually ran out. "If you

are bored, you can play with that group of children. Don't bother me."

The triumphant expression on Zoie's face suddenly froze, but soon she put on a fake smile. "Irene, I remember that

you never said anything like this before. You don’t want to pretend to be calm now?"

She clapped her hands as if she had suddenly realized something. "That's right. The Wade Group is about to go

bankrupt. There is no need for you to pretend to be calm. Anyway, no one will like it."

Irene stared at her, her hand trembling slightly. If not for her rationality, Irene would have slapped Zoie.

"Are you done?" Irene simply changed to a comfortable position and stood still, not seeming to care about her

word.

Zoie spoke slower and slower until her voice faded. She frowned and inexplicably felt that Irene was looking at her

as if looking at a jumping rat on the street.

Her anger and unwillingness had already dominated her, and her words became more and more sarcastic.

Zoie seemed to have suddenly thought of something and let out a short scream. She said with surprise and joy,

"Oh, I just remembered. Irene, you are here to ask Mr. Thornton for help, right?"

Irene still ignored Zoie while her expression changed a bit.

Zoie saw the change in that instant and said even more savagely, "You must have been rejected by him. Then you

can turn to me. Kneel down before me. Maybe I will agree with you if I am in a good mood."

As soon as Zoie finished speaking, a slap interrupted her.

Zoie covered her face and looked at the cold look of Irene in disbelief. "You dare to beat me?"

Irene unhurriedly took out a tissue to wipe her fingers one by one as if they were stained with very dirty things.

Zoie was so angry that her eyes were about to burst into flames and her voice suddenly rose. "Damn it. Go to hell!"

Irene looked at her contemptuously, threw the tissue she had used at her feet, walked away, and said indifferently

as she passed by Zoie, "Trash can only stay in the garbage."

Zoie was furious. After being stunned for a while, she looked at Irene’s back and began to curse. She did not have

any manner of a lady at all.

When she left, the good weather suddenly changed.

There was a storm. Irene sat in the taxi and looked at the non-stop rain through the window. Then she gently

leaned her head against the cold car window. The tears gradually blurred her vision.

Ainsley originally was afraid to see her father. After drinking a few cups of wine, she could not suppress the grief in

her heart and finally rushed to the cemetery in the rain.

It was heavy rain, and the air was moist.

Ainsley came to the tombstone with her suitcase. The photo on the tombstone made her fingertips tremble.

"Dad, it was my fault. She was right. It was all because of me. If I had not known Manuel or been targeted by Irene,

everything wouldn't have happened, and maybe I could have heard your nagging when I went home."

The suitcase was placed aside. Ainsley ignored the water and sat directly on the ground. She placed a bottle of wine

she bought at the foot of the mountain in front of the tombstone.

"I deserve it. Dad, don't blame me," Ainsley said in tears.

"I didn't leave on purpose. I fainted back then, so I didn't see you for the last time."

In the Easton's place, Matteo called Manuel anxiously, "Have you found her? It has already been several hours, but

there is still nothing, and the phone hasn't been connected."

Manuel was not much calmer than him. He took the video of the surveillance camera at the door of the Easton

family and asked someone to watch it for a long time. He only knew that Ainsley disappeared from Westlyn Avenue.

"Now we only know that it's Westlyn Avenue, but what did your mother say? You should have known this before.

Why didn’t you deal with it properly?"

"Why do you talk about me? Isn't everything because of you? Manuel, do you need me to remind you why you get

close to my cousin back then? Do you think that I really want you to help me? If not for that I couldn't find her, why

would I ask you for help?" Matteo said in a bad mood.

Manuel had a gloomy look, not daring to refute it. It was indeed his fault.

"I'm sorry."

"You'd better say it to my cousin when seeing her, but I am not sure if she will accept it." Matteo immediately hung

up the phone.

He asked his subordinate and immediately began to check the surveillance of Westlyn Avenue.

Matteo knew that Manuel should have seen it long ago, but he was still worried.

The assistant looked at Manuel's worried expression and finally found the target in a surveillance video.

"Mr. Gage, I found her!"

"Where is she?" Manuel suddenly stood up.

"Here!" The man pointed at a spot on the monitor.

At this time, in the cemetery, the rain was getting heavier and heavier with thunder rumbling. Ainsley only felt a

headache. She touched her forehead. It was a little hot, but she did not care.

She held the tombstone and struggled to stand up but then fell to the ground.

The pain hit her. Ainsley snorted and slowly stood up while supporting the tombstone but fell again.

However, this time, she did not feel the expected pain. Instead, it was a warm chest.

She looked up in surprise and saw Manuel's profile.

She wanted to slowly stand up, but Manuel held her tightly in his arms.

"Aisy, don't push me away."

Ainsley was devastated. She said coldly, "What are you doing here? You still want to use my blood to save Irene?"

"Aisy, don't be like this." Manuel felt a stabbing pain in his heart.

Ainsley laughed as if mocking herself. "What? Did I say something wrong? You just wanted my blood in the

beginning, didn't you? Manuel, I wanted to forget it these days, but I found that I couldn't do it at all. I couldn't

forget that such an absurd beginning led to all the final tragedies."

Manuel shook his head and hugged Ainsley even more tightly. "It's my fault. Aisy, I'll take you back."

"Let me go."

Ainsley felt that she almost lost consciousness and could not push Manuel away.

Her vision was blurred, and then she fainted.