Master Odell’s Secret Ex-wife
Chapter 642

Chapter 642

Lush Heaven.

The atmosphere inside the VIP box was a sharp contrast to the world outside. There was hardly any light inside and the air was filled with the pungent scent of alcohol

A tall man was slumped against the black couch with a glass of liquor in his hand which he hung suspended in the air, fixed in a trance.

Knock knock

There was a sudden knock on the door.

He opened his eyes but did not answer the knock.

Cliff was standing on the other side of the door. After not receiving an answer for some time, he very cautiously opened the door.

He walked up to Odell and frowned when he saw the state Odell was in, but took caution to maintain the respectful tone in his voice. “Master Carter, I just got back from the police

station.”

Odell pried his eyelids open and revealed a sharp look underneath them. “Go on.” “Your suspicions were correct. After the police interrogated Melanie and looked further into her relationship with Miss Tara, they found that she was not her aunt. The two of them were mother and daughter.” Bang! Odell flung the glass of liquor into a nearby wall, shattering it into numerous pieces in an instant.

Cliff was taken aback by this and promptly drew several steps backward.

Odell clenched his hands tightly. Even the veins on the back of his hand began to pop.

He should have known.

If their relationship was as simple as aunt and niece, why would Melanie go through all the effort of coming out here to help Tara? What would compel her to bear the responsibility for everything after the conclusion of the events that transpired?

This was because she was not Tara's aunt but her mother!

On that rainy night, Odell remembered how the young Sylvia had recounted the facts of her life to him. Tara then tried to pose herself as Sylvia, and the fact that she had a mother was a glaring inconsistency amid it all.

She had played him like a fool!

To think that he thought of her as his salvation at one point. To think that he had let her persuade him into mistreating Sylvia who was still pregnant at the time, and what about the sixty slaps?! What about how he had kicked her out of the house immediately after she gave birth to the children?! As if this was not enough, he had unfairly accused Sylvia of what happened to Grandmother

and had her legs broken. What about her fall into Cloudy Heart Lake where she nearly died... “Master Carter, is there anything else I can do for you?” Cliff looked at Odell's terrifying expression and asked in a low voice.

Odell shut his eyes, immediately putting away the murderous, menacing look burning in his eyes. After he composed himself, he expressed weakly, “What else is there to do?” Something gleamed in Cliff's eyes and he suggested, “The company is in a chaotic state right now. Would you like to go back and have a look at the state of things?” The answer he got was a deep, primal roar, “Scramn! Afraid of having his head smashed by a bottle of liquor, Cliff quickly fled from the room.

OM

Sylvia's house.

Thomas left shortly after breakfast. Although the house was cleaned daily, there were still certain tasks that needed attending to after such a prolonged absence.

Sylvia and Aunt Tonya took the kids to a nearby shopping mall, then to a supermarket. They only returned home in the evening when the sky was darkening. Liam watched Isabel play in the living room. Meanwhile, Sylvia helped Aunt Tonya with dinner. Shortly after, large portions of hot, steaming food were served on the dining table.

It was around the time when Sylvia, Aunt Tonya, and the children finished eating when Sebastian appeared outside the living room. He seemed to be hovering about the threshold, anxiously pondering if he should enter. By the time Sylvia and Aunt Tonya noticed him, Liam and Isabel had seen him as well. Before Sylvia could speak, Isabel jumped out of her chair and ran to him. “Uncle Sebastian, what are you doing here? Come on in!"

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