Chapter 243 A Hunch

"Okay." Then she got in the car.

Charles started the engine and drove Nancy out of the police station. A short silence lapsed between them before he asked, "What do you want to eat?"

"Steamed buns!" Nancy answered enthusiastically.

Charles nodded silently and browsed his phone for the best restaurants in the city. "Charles..."

Nancy started. She seemed to have something on her mind, but decided against speaking it out at the last second. Her hesitation was not lost on Charles. He looked away from his phone for a second and glanced at her.

"What is it? I can practically hear you thinking so just say it," he coaxed her.

"Yesterday… That was.. What happened? It felt like a dream… But I…" In the disarray of her own thoughts, Nancy's words came out tangled, as if she was unable to arrange the fragments into coherence. There were too many images… too many doubts. She drifted between memory and mirage.

Charles had already been well prepared for her question.

He knew that she would inevitably ask, and no part of him was willing to let her remember. What had happened in the basement of the Ning family were memories she didn't need. They would bring her nothing but pain.

He had to protect Nancy, even if it meant deceiving her and withholding the truth.

Charles ran through the answer he had prepared and

o mention, Angelina and Frederic disliked her.

"Hey, look, doesn’t he look like that man on TV?" The people in the restaurant had started to eye Charles suspiciously.

"Yes, but the woman's face is not clear. Is it her?"

"I don't think so. She's so quiet. That woman on TV kept on pestering that man. How shameless!"

"Well, it's not everyday rich people are on the news like this!"

"I bet they're in a panic now. I'd pay to see the look on their faces. Ha ha..."

The once quiet area now was abuzz with whispers and pointed looks.

Nancy forced herself to keep her composure even when she felt as if she was sitting on a cushion of pins and needles. She bit her lips and kept her eyes on the TV.

It was a good thing no one could see her face. Otherwise, she didn't know how she would go to work in the hospital.

Being at the center of gossip among patients would be terrible. Her name would be their entertainment.

"Charles, hurry up. Let's go," She couldn't stand staying here even one more second.

Charles' face turned cold. How could the surveillance video be released?

He had already admitted his mistake to the police, so why was he on the news?

This was surely going to bring him endless headache. Joseph had been waiting for an opportunity.

A foreboding sense grew in him the more he thought of it.