CHAPTER 119: CHAPTER 119: HE’S STILL AFRAID (REVISED EDITION)

Zane’s eyes were filled with hostility, as if his heart were being tightly gripped by someone, leaving him in excruciating pain, almost to the point of suffocation!

He looked at the woman’s grazed wrist in his hand and imagined the scene of her being taken away earlier today, causing chills to run down his spine.

If she really died at Sienna Lawson’s hands, he might never forgive himself for the rest of his life!

He truly regretted not being able to answer her call.

He took a sharp breath, feeling a vague sense of suspicion in his heart.

Was it really an accident when Beau Morgan knocked down his phone?

How did it fall so perfectly, just enough to turn off?

Quite the coincidence.

His guilt made him want to slap himself.

Watching the woman slowly drift into sleep in front of him, he made a call for someone to bring over clothes, removed all of the clothes he was wearing, packed them up, and discarded them.

Then, his gaze lingered on the cup of boba milk tea on the nightstand.

He glanced at it, picked it up to throw away, but didn’t.

He drank it.

Soon after, Ethan Sinclair arrived.

Zane gently tucked Sophia Lowell in, and carefully left the hospital room.

In the half-day period when Sophia disappeared, something unexpected occurred. Whether it was a coincidence or intentional was unknown.

There was an explosion at Beau Morgan’s villa.

The preliminary investigation ruled out a gas leak as the cause of the explosion. In the kitchen, besides Beau Morgan’s fingerprints, Sophia Lowell’s were also found.

He lowered his gaze.

Yet Beau Morgan claimed she hadn’t lit the stove.

"What did the police say?" Zane asked.

"Manager Morgan said she hadn’t lit the stove. The scene has Mrs. Sterling’s fingerprints, so she might be summoned for questioning," Ethan analyzed. "It can’t be such a coincidence. Based on what you said, Mr. Sterling, it’s not hard to deduce that some events are indeed traceable."

Zane smiled.

If Sophia intended to do something to her, how could she muddy her own hands?

Sophia’s actions are always impeccable. If she wanted to cause trouble for Beau Morgan, she wouldn’t make such a big scene, especially one that disadvantages herself.

Zane took out his phone. His phone had no sign of damage, and at such a critical moment, she would hang up the call. Perhaps she knew something ahead of time and didn’t want others to know?

"Investigate it thoroughly," Zane said, taking a cigarette from his pocket and awkwardly lighting it.

Normally he barely smokes, but after checking the surveillance today and seeing Sophia get kidnapped, his heart was on edge, and he suddenly wanted a cigarette.

His hands were shaking.

"What’s the name of the manager we signed the over-80-million-dollar contract with last month?" he suddenly asked.

"Shane Graham," Ethan replied.

"Alright." Zane blew out a cloud of smoke, the pale smoke swirling around his glasses, blurring his eyes.

Before long, Beau Morgan’s parents arrived.

By then, Beau Morgan was already asleep. After Drake Morgan and Lynn Boyle checked Beau’s injuries and spoke with the doctor, they stepped out of the hospital room, just happening to run into Zane.

"Zane, thank you so much this time! If it weren’t for you, our little one..." Lynn Boyle looked worried.

Drake Morgan quickly cut her off, "The person is alright now, don’t say such ominous things."

Lynn closed her mouth, fear evident in her eyes.

A girl’s legs are precious. If they get bruised or scarred, it wouldn’t look good.

"Thank you, Zane," Drake added.

Zane didn’t speak, he just nodded.

He considered himself to have known The Morgan Family for years, where Beau Morgan has always been diligent in the company, and he never treated anyone poorly.

Today, he was unsure what kind of mindset she had to make her resort to such extreme actions.

He sent a message to Ethan, who had just left moments ago, asking him to investigate the connection between Sienna Lawson and Beau Morgan.

He looked again at the two seemingly kind people, his gaze turning colder.

Drake Morgan seemed to notice his expression and asked mildly, "May I know where Mrs. Sterling is now?"

Zane’s gaze darkened, "What business does Uncle Morgan have with my wife?"

"You should know very well, Zane. The police are moving quickly, and her fingerprints were found on the gas stove switch." Drake Morgan was clearly a bit angered.

"So what?" Zane stubbed out his cigarette on the stone of the trash can, curled his lips, and snorted, "Do you have evidence to prove she turned it on?"

If Sophia did it, she wouldn’t act so blatantly; she was best at making others expose their own graves.

Drake Morgan said nothing further. He didn’t want to offend the man in front of him for that woman. If he angered him, Beau Morgan would have a hard time in the company later.

Besides, today he saved her, and Sophia indeed had half of the credit.

"Uncle Morgan, let’s not speak so absolutely. If we wanted Beau Morgan dead, we wouldn’t have bothered to handle the matter."

When he said "we," he meant that Sophia and Zane were united, not acting individually; they shared in glory and downfall.

Drake Morgan clenched his back teeth.

He thought Zane would give him some face, at least allowing the person to come out for a meeting or to explain, but unexpectedly, Zane was directly protective.

This was quite unexpected.

It was said that this woman had just married Zane recently, and supposedly, there were no real feelings involved, at least compared to others. He wasn’t that concerned about the woman, but who knew it would be like this.

Lynn Boyle tugged at Drake Morgan, softly persuading him to calm down and not rush.

How could Drake Morgan not be anxious? If it really was Sophia, it wasn’t possible for his daughter to just be bullied by others.

Moreover, how could someone as minor as Sophia compare to him, a professor?

Even if she had Zane’s backing, so what?!

Zane looked at these unreasonable two, further affirming his doubts about the incident.

He lit another cigarette, not intending to fall out with them.

After finishing the cigarette, he dispelled the smoke smell and walked back into the hospital room.

The woman turned over, murmuring unconsciously, her brows furrowed, as if experiencing something unpleasant in her dream.

Zane carefully sat beside her, wiping the sweat from her forehead and smoothing her furrowed brows.

In her dream, she reached out to hold his hand, pulling it into her embrace, tightly.

He furrowed his brow, took off his shoes, and slipped into her blanket, pulling her into his arms.

Only then did he realize that she was cold as ice within the blanket, trembling all over.

He kissed her forehead, holding her tighter.

"Goodnight, my wife," he murmured.

Sophia seemed to feel his warmth, her body gradually warming, and she started to sleep more deeply.

"Zane, answer the phone..." she murmured.

Zane’s brow furrowed tightly.

"I’m sorry, Sophia, I’m sorry..." his inner guilt grew stronger.

At this moment, the fear still lingered within him.