Starting with A Divorce by Gloria Warren

Chapter 682 Strange Words

Instead, Robyn looked at Ainsley meaningfully. "Aisy, whom did you call just now?"

Ainsley smiled politely. "Just a friend I haven't seen in a long time.’’

"Is that so?" Robyn looked curious.

The more she asked, the stranger Ainsley felt. What is wrong with Robyn?

Ainsley asked tentatively, "Robyn, who else did you think called me?"

Robyn smiled, "Well, I don't know."

She felt that she had stayed for a long time. "It's time for me to leave. I can tell that you guys aren't happy with me.

Are you going to leave with me, Waston? Why don't you stay and talk to Matteo?"

Waston nodded obediently and looked at Matteo. "I hope I didn't disturb you, Matteo."

Matteo shook his head. ' Absolutely not."

After Robyn left, Waston stayed behind.

'Who was on the phone just now?" Matteo asked worriedly. He noticed that the call made Ainsley's expression

sullen.

Ainsley replied, "Leonard."

Matteo's look was also much more solemn. "Is he okay?"

"Yes, but I still think it's strange. He was a little flustered when he received my call. I don't think it's like what he said.

There must be other reasons.'

There was one more thing that Ainsley did not mention.

'Robyn seems to be very strange this time," she then said.

Matteo noticed it even without Ainsley telling him.

Neither of them avoided Waston when they spoke, so Waston regarded herself as one of them.

And she didn't hide what she found. "Ms. Easton, Matteo, I think Robyn is very strange. I didn't plan to come here

today. It was Robyn who suddenly came to my house and wanted to take me to see Matteo."

Ainsley frowned slightly. "Suddenly?”

"Yes. I didn't know she wanted to bring me here until half an hour before I got here," Waston recalled.

’I also found out that she had been calling someone on the way here. And she kept asking 'Is that ready' or

something like that."

Ainsley clenched her fists. "Matteo, it's clear now. Robyn must be hiding something from us."

"I checked on her last time, and I didn't find anything unusual, and she didn’t have any contact with strange

people," Matteo said in a deep voice.

"Let's not talk about this anymore. Ms. Glover, you must have a lot to say to Matteo this time. Enjoy your time."

After saying that, Ainsley immediately ran upstairs and went back to her room.

After closing the door, she wondered what she could find according to the information she found from Daniel's

house.

At six o'clock in the morning, Leonard got home. He looked tired. His wife had woken up long ago and was about to

make breakfast for their son when his wife saw him coming back.

"Hurry up and get some rest. You must be very sleepy, right?" His wife sounded gentle.

Leonard hugged his wife out of the ordinary. Then, he went into the bathroom and turned on the faucet to the

maximum. The noise of the water drowned out everything.

He slightly calmed himself. He scrubbed his body desperately until it bled. Only in this way could he wash away the

filth on him.

He didn't feel sleepy even after showering and returning to bed.

His nerves had been tense up until now. He tossed and turned for a long time, and he couldn't fall asleep.

When he closed his eyes, he couldn't help but think of the face of that dead man.

Soon, he felt very sleepy.

In the darkness, a dagger with a cold light stabbed him fiercely, just like the one he had seen in the refrigeration

storage.

He held the dagger handle quickly. The next moment, blood spurted out, and his vision was blurred with red color.

One minute, the sharp dagger fell fiercely and stabbed him again.

Soon, he realized that countless daggers were rushing toward him from all directions, and each of the daggers was

coming for his life.

He defended himself in pain, but no matter how much he defended himself, those daggers seemed to target him

and rushed straight towards him.

Soon, all the daggers pierced him.

A huge face suddenly appeared in front of him, and he screamed instantly.

After waking up from the nightmare, Leonard panted heavily. It made his wife anxious. "What's wrong with you?

Our son wants to be close to you. He's scared when he sees you like this."

Leonard wiped his sweat with a tissue. "I had a nightmare."

He sat up and looked at his son. "Son, don't be afraid. Come here."

After a while, the child walked over and hugged Leonard again. He said in a childish voice, "Daddy, my teacher

asked me to take the drawing I drew in class to you so that you can know how good I am."

Leonard patted his son's head and said gently, "Sure. Bring me your drawing. Let me see how you're doing."

The child happily took the drawing out of his schoolbag and showed it to Leonard. "The teacher said I'm the best."

Leonard opened the drawing and broke out in cold sweat.

In the painting, a man was stabbing another man's neck with a dagger. Blood spattered the face of the former.

He immediately looked at his son. "Where did you get this? Where did you get this drawing?"

The child immediately cried out, "I drew it in class."

He still didn't intend to let the child go, and he asked in a hurry, "Who told you to draw like this?"

The child said while crying, "The teacher sent us a picture and asked us to draw it."

'Where's the picture?" Leonard stretched out his hand.

The child shook his head. "As soon as we finished drawing, the teacher took all the pictures away."

As the child's cries grew louder, Leonard's wife finally came over, took the child directly in her arms, and looked at

Leonard resentfully. "What's wrong with you? Can't you see that our son is crying?"

Leonard felt guilty slightly, but he explained, 'I was just so shocked. I didn't expect the school teachers to be so

irresponsible and teach the children to draw such bloody scenes."

He picked up the drawing and showed it to his wife. The red color on the drawing also shocked Leonard's wife.

Leonard's wife was slightly angry. "I'll take this drawing to ask the teacher tomorrow!"

‘No need! Choose another school for our son. This school can't be the best in Seattle. Don't send our son to school

tomorrow. I'll arrange it for him."

But Leonard’s wife began to hesitate. "Isn't it too much to make a fuss over such a trivial matter?"

"It's not a trivial matter. Do you want to see something bad happen to our son before you regret it?" Leonard's

attitude was firm.

He tore the drawing into pieces and threw it into the trash can.

In the afternoon.

Ainsley arrived at Virginia Mason Hospital with two servings of oatmeal. One was for Serina, and the other was for

Lainey.

Miles took the oatmeal and fed it to Serina gently. Serina had calmed down a lot in the past two days, but she still

refused to speak.

Ainsley tried to pry into Serina's mind. She desperately wanted to know what happened to Serina that day and why

it caused Serina to be like this.

It had been a long time since Manuel investigated, but he still couldn't find out who exactly took Serina away that

day.