Chapter 494
The man howled in pain, his face contorted.
"Didn't you tell me to talk? Why are you hitting me!?"
Adrian Sinclair looked down at him with cold eyes.
His voice held no warmth.
"Do I need a reason to hit you?"
If it weren't for this man, things between him and her wouldn't have turned out this way.
Vincent Lombardi tried to call for help.
He glanced around but only saw the broken walls of the abandoned warehouse.
This place was desolate and remote.
No one would hear his voice.
Adrian walked toward the entrance.
Two men in black immediately bowed respectfully.
"Take him to the police station."
The men acknowledged the order.
Vincent panicked completely.
He struggled and shouted, "What right do you have to send me to the police station!?"
Adrian paused his steps.
He glanced back at the disheveled man on the ground.
"All the evidence of what you've done has been handed over to the police."
"You'll soon get the punishment you deserve."
"No, don't—"
The man's screams were ignored mercilessly.
Only the sound of rain outside continued to patter.
Adrian stepped into the rain.
He let the cold rainwater soak through his clothes.
But it couldn't extinguish the surging guilt in his heart.
It was so late.
What was she doing?
He wanted to see her.
But the guilt in his heart held him back.
He had hurt her so deeply before.
Would she ever forgive him?
Rainwater slid down his hair.
Adrian stood in the rain, pain and regret intertwining.
He couldn't imagine how much that girl he loved had endured alone to protect him.
It was better not to disturb her.
......
Meanwhile, Anna Ross dragged her tired body back to the apartment.
Sophia Roscente was already home.
She was excitedly organizing shopping bags.
"Hey, you're back? I missed your call earlier."
"I brought you a gift specially."
She smiled and handed over a carefully wrapped gift box.
Anna looked at those gifts, feeling utterly exhausted.
"Sophia."
"What's wrong?"
Sophia noticed her low spirits and gradually restrained her smile.
Anna couldn't bear to worry her.
In the end, she forced a slight smile.
"It's nothing."
Sophia pulled her to sit on the sofa.
She excitedly shared the fun things from today.
But Anna was distracted.
She responded a few times before getting up and returning to her room.
She picked up her phone.
She dialed that familiar number again.
The receiver still only had the cold prompt tone.
Where had he gone?
Lying in bed, Anna couldn't help but let her thoughts wander.
Was he hiding because he found out about the past?
This night, she tossed and turned, unable to sleep.
She thought she would hear from him the next day.
But her phone remained silent.
During breakfast, she also had no appetite.
She ate a few bites before putting down her utensils.
She went straight to her mother's place.