Goodbye, My Wretched Love! By Dolly Molly

Chapter 71

“Mr. Stwart, next time you come back, ask Justin to call back in advance, so that I can cook more.”

Finley had a rare warm look on his face. This was their old ser vant from the Stwart Family. He nodded and picked up his fork and started eating.

Susan was in a hurry to leave, but Finley called to stop her.

“Susan, three years ago… Sofia pushed Ellie down the stairs, on the third floor of this villa, do you think…” Copyright Nôv/el/Dra/ma.Org.

Susan didn’t expect that after three years, Mr. Stwart suddenly asked this question.

She was at a loss for a moment. The police had already been alerted to this matter, and it was concluded that it was an attempted murder case. She didn’t know what to say.

Finley asked again: “What do you think of Sofia, is she…”

Whether she is really a murderer or not, he would say this without hindrance before, but now he is not sure himself.

If what happened three years ago had other hidden meanings, when he remembered that he broke Sofia’s hand with his own hands, he suddenly covered his heart.

“Mr. Stwart?”

Finley waved his hand.

Susan felt that something was wrong with Finley, she collected herself and said in a low voice,” Actually, I always thought that Miss Campbell was not that kind of person.”

Finley gripped his fork tightly.

Susan didn’t dare to speak anymore.

“Go on!” Finley forced himself to look less menacing.

Susan took a breath: “I always feel that Miss Campbell, such a sunny and lovely girl would not kill people.”

The soup spoon in Finley’s hand fell to the floor.

His handsome eyebrows and eyes had already turned cold.

Susan hurriedly bent down to pick up the spoon, a look of panic flashed across her face, she didn’t dare to say anything more.

She carefully accompanied her with a smile: “Mr. Stwart, what else do you want to eat, I’ll make it for you.”

“Don’t eat,” Finley pushed away the things in front of him, got up and walked to the balcony irritably, but

subconsciously looked at the desolate Shen’s house next

door.

It doesn’t matter what he sees, he is even more irritable, he always feels like he is about to face a catastrophe, and he can’t even explain it to himself.

He grabbed the phone.

“Justin! Come out with me.”

“Mr. Stwart, where do you want to go?”

Finley’s footsteps stopped there, and he suddenly said angrily, “Go wherever you like!”

Justin was stunned, why did he feel that what Luke found out last time had great potential. The president seems to have changed in the past few days?

He didn’t dare to say anything, he followed Finley out of the living room, and he went to the garage to pick up the car.

Unexpectedly, as soon as the car drove up to the president, he raised his head and looked in the direction of the house, motionless.

“Mr. Stwart ?”

Justin got out of the car and opened the door.

Finley got into the car, and just as Justin started the car and was about to leave, Finley said suddenly: “Find an engineering team to repair this place inside and out.”

“Don’t mess around with the things inside, keep them intact as they are, remember…”

Finley paused: ” Remember to find a better decoration team, money is not a problem.”

Justin was dumbfounded. Didn’t Mr. Stwart have a grudge against the Campbell Family? Why do you suddenly have such an unrealistic idea?

He was a little flustered in his heart, Mr. Stwart might be going crazy?

“Okay, I’ll call later, where are you going now?”

“Walking around,” Finley leaned back in the chair wearily, he was a little tired now, the kind that was physically and men tally exhausted.