No Remarriage for us Stay Away by Livia Storm

Chapter 471 Is Susanna Dead

Immediately, Lenora got out of her car to assess the damage. The rear of her car was wrecked due to the

impact. The front of the white car that hit her from behind wasn't in a much better state either.

The owner of the white car got out, inspecting the point of collision between the two vehicles. He then walked

around to the back of his car, looked it over, and then proceeded to curse furiously at the driver of the black car

behind him, "How the h*Il do you drive? Do you even know how to drive?"

The driver of the black car timidly presented his driver's license. "I... I'm still learning..." The driver of the white

car was at a loss for words.

The driver of the white car was at a loss for words.

Only then did Lenora realize that it was a multi-car collision.

The black car collided with the white one, which hadn't maintained a proper distance, subsequently hitting

Lenora's.

Two roadblocks were laid out behind the black car. The three drivers walked to the side of the road, making

necessary calls to the police and their insurance companies.

Although the case was straightforward, the process still required a considerable amount of time.

By the tLenora finished dealing with the matter and rushed to the police station where Susanna was held,

visiting hours were already over.

Letting out a sigh, she resigned herself to return home, intending to cback the next day.

Lately, Madison had been increasingly reluctant to get up.

With her internship nearing its end, she consoled herself to persevere just a little longer.

When she reached the company lobby, it was 8:27. Seeing the elevator doors about to close, she sprinted

toward it, shouting, "Wait for me!" The elevator doors closed.

Madison slowed her pace, silently lamenting to herself, The elevator better descend quickly, or else | won't arrive

just in tbut rather be late. Suddenly, the elevator doors opened once again.

Madison's eyes lit up, and she quickly rushed inside, panting heavily. She wiped off the thin layer of sweat off her

forehead and expressed her gratitude to the person inside, "Thank you." "Mhm." A faint voice echoed from the

side.

That sounds so familiar.

Taken aback, Madison lifted her head to glance at the person next to her, and blurted, "Stanley!"

As soon as those words were spoken, the elevator descended into a few seconds of silence.

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Stanley's face darkened drastically. "Am | supposed to call you my dear cousin-in-law?"

"N-No need. Good morning, Mr. Fuller!" Madison, with an awkward smile, quickly corrected herself.

"Congratulations on your wedding, Mr. Fuller."

Stanley's here to work the day after his wedding? Why didn't he take a vacation for his honeymoon?

As if he could read her thoughts, Stanley cleared his throat, saying, "Mindy needs to rest now."

"Oh, hmm... Huh? Is Mindy sick?" Madison asked with concern.

The wedding dress Mindy wore yesterday had its waistline situated below the bust, accompanied by a

voluminous skirt that was further enhanced with a petticoat. It was such that one couldn't make out much.

"She's pregnant.”

The child would be born in just over four months, so Stanley didn't think there was a need to hide or conceal this

fact.

A sudden realization hit Madison. "Well, that definitely deserves sgood rest. Mr. Fuller, you must take good

care of Mindy. A woman's tastes and emotions can fluctuate greatly during pregnancy, so as a husband, you

need to be patient. Just like me..." "What do you mean by ‘just like me"?"

Having almost revealed the secret, Madison broke into a nervous sweat, explaining, "Just like a distant relative of

mine. One moment she wants to eat this, the next moment she wants to eat that. Her hubby lost patience, and

they were on the verge of divorce as soon as their child was born."

"You seem to know quite a lot," Stanley remarked, his smile not quite reaching his eyes.

"Hehehe..."

Madison chuckled dryly, quietly letting out a sigh of relief.

My brain's been increasingly uncooperative lately. This internship needs to end quickly!

Ding!

The elevator doors slid open. "Goodbye, Mr. Fuller," uttered Madison before she swiftly exited the elevator.

Watching her retreating figure, Stanley furrowed his brows.

Why does it seem like Madison has put on a lot more weight than when she first came? Is it just my imagination?

Early the next morning, before Lenora had the chance to visit the police station, they called her. "Ms. Wilkin, the

suspect, Susanna Carston, committed suicide in prison. She had requested to make a phone call to you

yesterday. We would like you to cto the police station."

"What? Susanna's dead?"

"Yes. It was only this morning that a colleague discovered it. An autopsy has already been conducted."

"All right, I'll be right there."

After ending the call, Lenora's expression grew grim, her mind in discombobulation.

Originally, she had wondered if Susanna was lying. But at this point, with the latter's sudden death in prison, it

all seemed too peculiar.

This left Lenora with no choice but

to believe what Susanna had said. It seems she really was manipulated, and that mastermind must have made

this ruthless move as they were afraid that she'd reveal the truth. The fact that the mastermind managed to

make a move within the detention center shows that they are no ordinary force. So, the multi-car collision

yesterday most likely isn't pure coincidence but a deliberate act by someone, trying to holdback! Which one

between the black car driver and the white car driver is sent by the mastermind? What could have been the

motive of the mastermind who joined hands with Susanna to cause Dad's death?

Carrying a sense of surprise and confusion, Lenora arrived at the police station.

Luckily, she had recorded the conversation on her phone. After having her statement taken and submitting the

recording to the police, she was able to leave.

She made her way out of the police station while pondering over the situation.

"Nora!"

Hearing a voice calling her, Lenora looked up to see Zachary striding toward her.

Upon receiving the news of

Susanna's death, Zachary rushed to the police station. Unexpectedly, he ran into Lenora as soon as he

walked in. After a moment's

hesitation, he quickly approached her.

Lenora pursed her lips. "Did you also receive news of Susanna's death?" "Yeah." Zachary's gaze was intense,

greedily stealing a couple more glances at Lenora's face. "You should go in."

Lenora's tone was neither cold nor indifferent. After speaking, she planned to bypass Zachary and leave.

Seeing this, Zachary took a step to

the right, blocking her path. "Nora

can we talk? Let's sit down and have a calm conversation. | want to understand what you're thinking."

"I don't want to talk to you right now," Lenora replied, lowering her gaze.

Seeing how she was unresponsive to all persuasions, Zachary didn't know whether to feel joy or worry.

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After all, she had refused to communicate with him, yet up until now, she hadn't mentioned breaking up.

"Then when do you plan to talk with me?" asked Zachary. "I can give you stto cool down, but there has

to be a limit."

Lenora knitted her brows, clearly frustrated. "Fine, let's do it today. I'll be waiting for you at the café across the

street.”

"Okay, just givea few minutes. I'll be right out."

Zachary strode into the police station, exchanged a few brief words with Benedict, and then made a beeline for

the café across the street after he got out.

Upon entry, he looked around but was stunned to find no trace of Lenora.

The shop assistant approached, asking, "Sir, what would you like to drink?"

"I'm here to look for someone. Did a lady about this tall cby just now?" Zachary gestured to indicate the

height. "She's wearing a light green top and a black skirt."

"No," answered the shop assistant, shaking his head.

Zachary fell quiet.

He exited the café, gritting his teeth in anger.

Hah! Lenora, how could you actually deceive me?

Zachary still ended up giving Lenora a call.

The call connected, and he asked, "Where are you?"

Lenora's smug voice cthrough the phone, responding, "I'm on my way hnow. Goodbye, Mr. Fuller."

Hearing the mechanical "beep" sound coming from the receiver, Zachary stared at his phone screen, laughing in

disbelief.

His heart, though, gradually began to settle.

He could sense that Lenora still loved him and had no intention of parting ways with him just yet.

That's good, then.

After hanging up the phone, Lenora couldn't help but laugh when she thought about Zachary's frustrated and

exasperated demeanor when he couldn't find her at the café.

As a thought crossed her mind, the smile on her face gradually faded.

She didn't want to have a face-to-face conversation with Zachary, mainly because even she herself didn't know

what she truly desired.