Mrs Hale, I Surrender -
Chapter 142 A night of absurd dreams, dreaming of jackals and wolves?
Chapter 142: 142 A night of absurd dreams, dreaming of jackals and wolves?
Relatives?
Zoe Bell stared blankly for a few seconds, then said with self-mockery, "Director Hall is a chronic liar; her words have no credibility. Besides, even if I could find my relatives, would that really be a good thing?"
She thought and feared...
Maybe they already had a new life.
Even if she found them, she might not be welcome.
Or perhaps what Director Hall said was a lie in the first place.
There was also the possibility that the person looking for relatives wasn’t looking for her at all.
She gave William Hale a smile, "Actually, I think I’m quite happy now, with you, and Grandma and Grandpa... You all are my family."
William Hale saw through her insincerity but chose not to call her out on it.
Outside the house, a light rain had begun to fall. After taking a painkiller and drinking a warm glass of milk, Zoe Bell fell into a deep sleep.
She was indeed exhausted from being run ragged by him during the day.
Completely drained.
After William Hale finished processing the documents Zac Cruz had sent over, he made a call to him.
"Grandpa?" Zac Cruz was, at that moment, unusually out on a blind date.
He was having a lively conversation when his boss called.
"How’s the investigation going regarding the matter I asked you to look into with Director Hall?"
Zac Cruz gestured to his date to wait a moment and stepped outside to take the call, "You mean about my lady’s background, right?"
"Yes."
"The orphanage’s records have been tampered with, but I found some retired colleagues who worked with Director Hall. They are certain that Zoe Bell was indeed trafficked, and there was indeed someone who had come looking with a missing person notice with a photo."
Zac Cruz frowned, "According to their recollections, the person in the photo had long hair and was very young with a slight resemblance to my lady."
"Then why does Director Hall think they were looking for Zoe?" William tapped his fingers lightly on the table.
"Because the person said the lost child knew a few simple phrases in English."
...
In that era, not many families used bilingual education for language exposure.
"The person who came looking didn’t have any distinctive features, so it’s difficult to locate them. I can only try my best to find any clues."
William Hale nodded, "Come over after you’re done."
Zac Cruz was baffled.
I am still on a date.
"What? Is it inconvenient?" William asked, seeing him silent.
"Grandpa, I thought you wouldn’t need me today, so my family arranged a blind date for me."
"How is it going?"
"It’s intense."
"Then continue, and come over after it ends."
The woman seemed quite interested in Zac Cruz, after all he was good-looking and had a well-paying job. When she asked, "So when are you free next time?"
Zac Cruz chuckled resignedly, "Next time..."
Maybe next year!
When he arrived at Yarden, his boss actually began to delegate work arrangements for the coming period.
Which boss works at midnight and sleeps during the day?
I am an employee, not sold to you 24 hours a day.
But the salary William Hale gave him was too high.
Zoe Bell, however, slept uneasily. In a hazy state, she seemed to revert to a child lying in bed with a woman gently patting her, bending down to kiss her forehead, humming a lullaby...
"Baby, go to sleep, my dearest baby..."
Zoe Bell didn’t want to sleep; she tried to make out the woman’s face.
As she was about to leave, Zoe Bell reached out and grabbed the woman’s wrist.
The next second,
The woman suddenly came close, and her face instantly became clear—it was actually Director Hall.
Zoe Bell was so scared that she woke up with a start.
"Zoe?" William Hale gently patted her back, "What’s wrong? A nightmare?"
"Yes."
"It’s still early, go back to sleep."
Zoe Bell leaned in William Hale’s arms for a while before falling asleep again.
She had dreamt of William Hale again, pressing her against the cool vanity.
She wanted to struggle.
But as she glanced up, the posture of the two people in the makeup mirror was indecent...
The clothes on her body were completely torn.
She couldn’t hold on and slid off the vanity.
His voice was hoarse as he said,
"Zoe... you are really too frail."
In the dream, she kept saying no.
William Hale frowned:
What on earth did she dream of?
Of jackals and wolves?
William Hale reached out and touched her forehead, worried her leg pain had caused a fever, but her body temperature was normal; she was simply murmuring in her sleep.
——
Zoe Bell kept having all sorts of strange dreams and couldn’t sleep well, only getting some deeper sleep in the latter part of the night, and by the time she woke up it was nearly ten o’clock.
Her pillow was empty; William Hale had already gone to work.
She had something to eat and then went for a massage at the rehabilitation hospital recommended by Peter Lewis.
This was a formal rehabilitation hospital that mainly served patients injured for various reasons and in need of rehabilitation, offering services like acupuncture and massage therapy.
The medical staff was professional and didn’t ask too many questions upon seeing the marks on Zoe Bell’s body.
It was during this that she received a call from the old lady, who said she missed her and asked her to return to the old house.
She even sent a handyman to pick her up.
This person was Logan Hale.
Logan Hale didn’t want to come, but the old lady said plainly, "The pet you raised bit her, is it that hard for you to pick someone up?"
When he saw Zoe Bell, she was wearing a high-collared shirt, yet couldn’t completely hide the marks...
Was it,
Done by his brother?
To Logan, William seemed steady and composed, someone unlikely to do something like that.
But who else could it be if not his brother!
Before heading back to the old house, the two of them went to Yarden to pick up Sweetbean first. The little thing hadn’t seen Logan Hale for quite a while and was very excited, which made Zoe Bell remark with emotion, "This heartless creature, I’ve looked after you for so many days, but you don’t care about me at all now that you’ve seen your own master."
Logan Hale raised his eyebrow, thinking to himself:
It seems that all the care wasn’t in vain.
"If you like pets, you could get one yourself. My brother is okay with everything except cats," he suggested.
"Does he dislike cats because they shed?"
Logan Hale was taken aback, "You’ve seen Fanta?"
Zoe Bell nodded and was also a bit surprised; she didn’t expect him to know about Fanta.
"We’ve always had a good relationship with Hannah," Logan Hale explained. Before his uncle had remarried, Hannah Johnson was a constant visitor at the old house. The grandfather and grandmother had three sons but no girls in the generation, so they were particularly fond of Hannah.
However, after the uncle’s remarriage, she consciously lessened her visits to the old house.
Nevertheless, the younger generation always kept in touch privately.
"Have you met the Hugh family?" Logan Hale asked further.
"Yes, I met them just a few days ago," Zoe Bell responded, looking down and playing with Sweetbean.
"The Hugh Family’s aunt is quite nice, but the uncle is somewhat difficult to describe. If he said something to you, don’t take it to heart. He gets more confused as he ages, keeps trying to set my brother up with someone, doesn’t cherish such a good wife and daughter like the aunt and Hannah, and I’ve heard that he’s even been... outside..."
Logan Hale, usually blunt, was also indignant.
Especially when it came to matters regarding William, his loyalty as a die-hard fan became even more evident.
He stopped mid-sentence.
Feeling it wasn’t quite right to talk behind the backs of his elders.
He quickly changed the subject, "Sister-in-law, how did you feel about the massage today?"
"I’ve been to that hospital before too. As an athlete, it’s inevitable to face injuries and pain."
Logan Hale’s way of diverting the topic was too awkward.
Zoe Bell just smiled and didn’t pursue the previous topic, chatting with him intermittently about this and that.
But from what he didn’t finish saying, she could infer:
It seems the uncle from the Hugh family has been stirring up quite a bit of trouble on the outside.
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