Mrs Hale, I Surrender
Chapter 252 - 251 Mr. Hale’s anger: A lowly person? Watch your language! (2 updates)

Chapter 252: 251 Mr. Hale’s anger: A lowly person? Watch your language! (2 updates)

Capital City had entered winter, with winds stirring and the cold unpredictable. Zoe Bell arrived at the airport early. She hadn’t told William Hale but had learned from Zac Cruz that William would be taking a special passage, so Zoe waited for him in the parking lot in advance.

After waiting for about half an hour, Zoe saw the figure of William Hale.

His steps were large.

Dressed in a simple black long coat, his expression was cold and stern. While walking, he was instructing Zac Cruz about something.

The car had been parked in the parking lot for a while.

The moment he opened the car door, he hadn’t reacted yet, and was met with Zoe Bell’s familiar radiant smile.

When she smiled, her eyes curved into crescents.

Especially captivating.

"Welcome back." She couldn’t move around much, so she could only reach out her hand towards him.

It was clear:

She wanted a hug.

William Hale leaned down and climbed into the car, embracing her in his arms. Having not seen her for a while, their long-missed hug and his familiar scent made him relax completely. "It’s cold outside; why did you come?"

"I went out to source fragrance-making materials. It was on my way."

William Hale chuckled softly, just being stubborn.

Once Zac Cruz and Kyle Lowe got into the car and the partition rose, he comfortably lifted the petite girl into his lap, bowed his head, and pressed his thin lips against hers. Inside the car with the heater on, the temperature instantly soared...

It was too hot, and both discarded their coats.

She seemed, to be soft everywhere.

Sweet,

Like biting into a luscious lychee, addicting.

"Thank you for taking care of Lucas; it must have been hard." Zoe nestled in his embrace, taking slow, steady breaths, "Thank you."

"Is that all?"

"..."

Zoe tilted her small face up to kiss him, but William Hale deliberately played hard, preventing her touch.

After a few attempts, she deflated, desperately wanting to climb off his lap, yet he held her waist firmly in place.

The warmth of his palm, the heat from his lips gently transferred into her mouth as if it could dispel all the chill of winter.

Soon, she noticed the changes in his body.

She stiffened, daring not to move.

"Let me go back to my seat," Zoe whispered with a bitten lip.

"Just don’t move."

But not moving...

It was uncomfortable!

"How’s your leg recently?"

"It’s okay. It ached a bit when it rained a few days ago, but compared to before, it’s nothing."

The two whispered intimate words with their heads close together.

The two men in the front pretended to be dead by bowing their heads.

Master and the missus’ conversation is really...

This airport was one of the busiest transit hubs in the country. There was some traffic jam in the parking lot, and it took over ten minutes to get out. They hadn’t yet reached the main road when suddenly a person sprang out to block the way.

Kyle Lowe, who was driving, took a sharp breath.

Emergency brake!

At high speed, the tires screeched across the pavement, the noise was ear-piercing. William Hale instinctively protected the person in his arms, but even so, their bodies were jolted by the inertia and nearly collided with the front.

And the neighboring car didn’t react in time.

"Bang—" a collision,

A rear-end crash!

"Are you alright?" The sudden accident made Zoe breathe rapidly; William Hale was afraid she got hit or injured.

At this time, he indeed regretted not putting her back in her seat.

Holding her was truly dangerous!

Zoe shook her head, her face pale from the emergency braking.

"What’s going on!" William Hale’s face was somber.

"Master, we hit someone," Zac Cruz reported, "I’ll get out and check."

The driver behind cursed loudly, "What kind of driving is that, suddenly braking, have you no sense!"

"What’s all the fuss, didn’t you see someone ran out?" Zac Cruz was furious.

Someone?

It was only then that the driver behind calmed down.

"Idiot, this is a road; I can understand a stray cat or dog running out, but a person?"

"I can’t believe it!"

Zac Cruz was scared into cursing.

Kyle Lowe confirmed, they hadn’t hit the person blocking the car.

But the distance between them was less than half a meter. That person probably got scared out of their wits, their legs going soft as they collapsed onto the ground. When Zac Cruz got out of the car to inspect, he discovered...

"Mrs. Wells?" Zac Cruz’s face darkened.

"My wife!" Johnson Wells burst out from the side, hurrying to help her up. "Are you insane? What if you got hit?"

"Get out of the way; I want to see Mr. Hale!" Mrs. Wells was breathing rapidly, trying to open the rear door of the car but Zac Cruz blocked her path.

"Mrs. Wells, please show some dignity!"

"You suddenly rushed out into the road, if you were really hit or even killed, that would be your own fault, and you’re already endangering public safety. Please, don’t go too far."

The Wells couple had originally been lying in wait in the arrival hall.

And had been unable to find their target.

It then crossed their minds that William Hale was likely not to use the regular passage, so they took their chances by the roadside.

This road was the essential route from the airport to the city.

By sheer coincidence, they saw the Hale family’s car.

In desperation, Mrs. Wells simply threw herself at it.

"Am I being too much?" Mrs. Wells laughed, and at that moment, a large group of reporters suddenly swarmed forward. Zac Cruz’s expression turned sour as the Wells family clearly intended to use the media to force the truth about their son’s whereabouts.

Utterly shameless!

No wonder they raised someone like Ryan Wells.

"You madam made my son disappear. You’ve been hiding for so long, Mr. Hale; it’s time you give the Wells family an explanation."

As a single person, Zac Cruz couldn’t hold off the throng of reporters.

They ran to the rear side of the car trying to capture the people inside.

But the tint was too dark, and nothing inside could be seen.

"Mrs. Wells, stop making unreasonable trouble! I’ve been abroad with the master all this time. What does your son going missing have to do with us!" Zac Cruz ground his teeth.

"Mr. Hale, William Hale—" The Wells family clearly was desperate this time.

They didn’t care about offending the Hale family.

In any case,

They were determined to find out the whereabouts of their son.

They had struggled hard as a couple, wasn’t it all for their child? Now, with their son neither alive to be seen nor dead to be found, how could they care about anything else?

"William Hale, don’t shy away like a scared turtle; you’re someone significant in Capital City. What’s wrong? Are you afraid to own up?"

"Did you kill my son!"

As Mrs. Wells spoke out, the cameras of the reporters all turned toward her.

Because the car was blocked halfway through, the vehicles behind couldn’t move, causing a traffic jam. Many people got out of their cars to watch the commotion, taking out their phones to record.

In today’s society, news spreads too fast.

Soon:

[Mr. Hale Suspected of Murder]

This message was thrust into the spotlight.

"The Wells family has lost their minds," Zoe Bell fumed inside the car.

"Stay in the car," William Hale kissed her forehead and put her back in her seat before getting out of the car himself.

He didn’t have time to put on his coat, and in the biting cold wind, wearing a white shirt and light gray vest, paired with a flat lapel and a golden Lapel Chain, his elite presence was enhanced, though his expression was icy and his eyes held a dangerous gleam.

Zoe Bell frowned.

The Wells couple was acting like lunatics; it was too dangerous for him to get out of the car. Zoe wanted to stop him, but as the car door closed, Kyle Lowe locked the car.

The reporters who had surrounded the car scattered.

He didn’t like being photographed and exposed.

The crowd dared not focus their cameras on him.

The previously loud Mrs. Wells was taken aback by his imposing aura while Johnson Wells was the first to speak, "Mr. Hale, please tell us: where exactly is Ryan Wells?"

William Hale straightened his cuffs, his demeanor fully commanding as he looked up.

"Mr. Wells, I finally understand why your family could raise such a vile thing..."

"It appears that shamelessness is indeed hereditary."

His words caused the Wells couple to simultaneously turn pale.

"William Hale, I just want to know my son’s whereabouts!" Mrs. Wells bit her lip, "Please, tell us."

"You’re his parents; you don’t know and yet you ask me, a stranger?"

"You must know!"

"Evidence."

"..."

"If you have evidence, you can let the police come to take me away. However, if you don’t have evidence and still accuse me of murder? It seems the Wells family is really good at distorting the truth!"

Mrs. Wells became frantic, "Who’s distorting the truth? My son’s disappearance definitely has something to do with you! You dare to do it but not admit it!"

"At the end of the day, isn’t it all for that wench, Zoe Bell? Back then, wasn’t it just..."

Mrs. Wells’s harsh words were cut off by her husband before she could finish, stopping her from exposing their son’s past misdeeds.

"Wench?"

William Hale’s gaze lightly fell on them but felt as if it bore the weight of thousands.

"Mrs. Wells, watch your words!"