Go After My Ex-wife novel Chapter 211

Belle walked with his head down and did not speak.

Calvin followed closely, inexplicably nervous.

Her silence disturbed him.

Belle walked slowly, and Calvin trailed slowly.

She quickened her pace, and he followed suit.

The atmosphere was dull.

Belle smiled coldly with infinite sorrow in her heart.

He was worried about her because he was afraid that she would not forgive Martin and take revenge on him!

Blake had already told her that day that her father's death was related to Martin and had told her that Martin would soon be released on bail.

Sophia's worry was completely understandable now. Giving her the inheritance of Harvey Mansion, a jewel as valuable as the Heart of the Ocean, and, frankly speaking, it was atoning for her grandson's sins.

It seemed that Sophia knew the inside story a long time ago but did not tell her, instead she took these remedial measures.

She had said so, begging her to forgive the Harvey family's descendants one day in the future for her sake.

She was really wise, since ancient times, no elders would give such valuable property to outsiders instead of his grandsons. How lucky she was to have the love of Sophia, and to get so much inheritance.

It was a feeling that only she understood.

But Sophia had really succeeded in impressing her by doing so. Since Blake had told her the story, she had not rushed over to chastise him or tried to take revenge on him, or even taken the approach of fleeing from him, just because she was concerned about Sophia.

"So, you're planning to bail him out, are you?" She asked coldly, without a hint of expression on her face, as she stopped abruptly in her tracks.

"Belle, what makes you think that?" He asked in surprise.

"What should I think then? He is your cousin, and you have the responsibility to protect him and bail him out. Even if he killed my father, you can't really avenge his death. I've understood your family's intentions for a long time, and since my father's accident, I've seen through the warmth and coldness in this world. My father’s subordinates and friends all avoid me, afraid that I will borrow from them. And my relatives even took the advantage to take my father’s fortune, my mother and I got kicked out. My husband, from a rich family, only watched aside. Because Martin is my ex-husband’s cousin, I can only forgive him, for I got favor from Grandma, or, I will be blamed. In fact, I have known all this for a long time." Belle walked against the wind, smiling sadly, tears slowly flowing out of her eyes.

Calvin's eyes went wide and his face went white.

"Belle, how could you have such a thought? Although Martin is my family member, I would never harbor anyone. If I really had this in mind, I would not have investigated this case in the first place. This case related to the Harvey Corp is obviously detrimental to my company and the Harvey family, so why should I investigate it? I just want to give you justice, you must believe me." Calvin was anxious, looking at Belle's pale face, his heart felt like it was being attacked by a sharp blade, the pain was unspeakable. Ashamed and anxious, he only had to explain seriously, "I will not go to bail out Martin, why should I go to bail him out? If he has made a mistake, he has to take the consequence. I didn't know the real situation at the time and hurt your feeling, but I didn't want to watch by."

He took her hand, which was so cold that it chilled his heart.

"Belle, forgive me, if I had known about your father's car accident, everything would have been different. Apart from saying sorry, I really don’t know what I can do to have your forgiveness. I will make it up for you, okay? Please put yourself in my shoes, when you came to me, why didn't you just tell me everything? We weren't even divorced at that time, I had a responsibility to take care of it, but why didn't you want to tell me?"

"Tell you?" Belle laughed coldly once again, "Who am I to tell you? Since we got married, have you ever treated me as your wife? Have you ever considered my mother and father as family? No, you never have, not only have you never addressed them, but you've never even looked at him. With such a marriage relationship, why should I make a fool of myself to tell you, so that you can humiliate me?"

Calvin's face became even paler, his lips opened but not a word came out.

The sky was overcast, the wind had started to blow again and the sun, which had just shown itself for a while, was suddenly covered by clouds.

Belle walked forward, tears filling her eyes, biting her red lips to death and not saying another word.

Calvin's heavy footsteps followed in silence.

She walked, he walked.

She stopped, he stopped.

"There's no need to follow me." Belle said coldly.

"No, I have to." Calvin responded stubbornly.

Belle stopped paying attention to him and walked straight towards the car park.

Calvin's car was not parked alongside hers.

She took a sigh of relief, and opened the car door.

The car started and raced quickly towards the front.

After a while.

When she finally lost sight of Calvin's Hummer, Belle breathed a sigh of relief.

‘I'm not going to go to Martin with you, and I won’t believe you.’

The car drove off some way and then turned around, heading directly for the A City Public Security Bureau.

Calvin sat in the Hummer and watched her car disappear from sight, not rushing to follow him for fear of her getting emotional knowing that he was following her and having an accident.

"Finley, I want to see Martin." Belle came to the criminal investigation room and made a request to Finley.

Finley was discussing the case with his men, and he heard Belle's voice and looked up with some surprise.

"You are ..."

"I am the daughter of Ethan Morris." Her expression was calm as she said indifferently.

"Oh", Finley looked Belle up and down, "your father's case is still in the process of detective, although it has been found that it is related to Martin, as far as the evidence held so far, it would be rash to draw a conclusion. I hope that when you see Martin, I hope you will be sensible and control your emotions."

"I know." Belle nodded in agreement, her eyes dark and obscure.

The criminal investigation parlour, with its simple metal table and seats, is otherwise empty and terribly silent.

When Martin came out wearing a handclasp, his handsome face was full of fatigue and haggardness, his beard was growing out and he was full of obscurity.

But when his eyes met Belle, who was standing in the parlour looking at him coldly, a bright light instantly flared in his dead eyes, a light that contained excitement, expectation, surprise and guilt.

"Belle, you've come to see me!" His face was full of excitement.

"No, I'm not here to see you." Belle's face was expressionless as she ruthlessly interrupted his hopes and said coldly, "Who am I to come and see the man who killed my father?"

"I ...," said Martin, as the light that had flared in his eyes dimmed and shame overwhelmed him.

"I'm here to ask you why you killed my father. Why?" Belle's eyes flushed red as she sternly chided.

"Belle, I," Martin looked shocked and scared, and his eyes were filled with deep remorse. He wanted to reach over and take her hand, only to find that it was no longer possible. The handicaps clasped on his hand, the sound of metal clashing directly against his heart, all the bitterness in his heart gushed out, and he said in a trembling voice, "Belle, listen to my explanation, it's not like that, I never thought of wanting your father to die."

"Is that so?" Belle laughed out coldly, "But my father has been killed by you, and my mother is still lying in the hospital, isn't that what you did? What exactly did they do to you to make you do such a thing?"

The pain was so great that Belle's reasoning finally went out of control, she was questioning angrily, her eyes filled with tears of anger, her mind was filled with her father's bloodied face and her mother's miserable condition after losing her legs. If possible, she would like to kill him by herself.

But another old voice kept screaming, "Belle, please forgive my grandchildren in future for my sake."

Sophia's voice kept ringing in her head and running straight into her heart.

Belle shivered and clutched her head, screaming out in pain.

In the monitoring room, Finley was standing in front of the surveillance video, his sunken eyes locked on Martin's face.

Calvin also sat in front of the video, his muscles tense as he watched the picture, his sharp eyes unblinking.

When Asher heard that Calvin had come over, he also came over to accompany him personally.

The image of Belle crying immediately stirred Calvin's nerves and he abruptly stood up, about to rush in.

"Mr. Harvey, calm down, this is the time to really see the true heart of Martin, let's wait for now. There are police officers right outside the parlour, they won't hurt Miss Morris." Finley pulled him back in time and calmly analysed the situation.

Calvin's impulse was only calmed down.

In fact, just now in the street he had been secretly trailing Belle's car, worried about her accident, but did not expect this woman was very sensitive, soon he was found. She became emotional, driving the car swayed from side to side, which was very dangerous. In order to no longer stimulate her, he could only first hide, and then use the satellite positioning system to search her car surprisingly to the Public Security Bureau.

She came here alone, obviously not trusting him.

He gave a bitter smile.