CHAPTER 523 WHY DIDN'T SHE DIE?

"Curious about my place?" As Henry listened to Yvonne's words, he felt some subtle feeling in his heart.

Yvonne said, "Yes, is that possible?"

Henry heard some kind of coquetry in her tone of voice.

He couldn't help thinking about her coquetry. His throat was a little dry, his lips were pursed, and he said in a dumb voice, "Yes."

Yvonne said with a smile, "That's great! It's a deal then. I'll come tomorrow morning. You should rest early, Henry. It’s late. Goodnight."

Henry said goodbye, "Goodnight.” 1

Yvonne hung up.

Henry looked at the phone interface that had returned to the main menu, chuckled, and put the phone down.

At this time, there was movement from the stairs.

Henry turned around to see that Sue had cleaned up his room and was coming down from upstairs.

Henry called her, "Sue."

Sue wiped her hands and said, "What's the matter, sir?"

Henry ordered, "Prepare one more breakfast set

tomorrow morning.”

Sue asked, "Are there any guests coming?"

"Yes. It's a... friend." Henry thought for a while and finally decided to use the word 'friend' to represent Yvonne.

But he wasn't very satisfied with the word friend at the bottom of this heart.

"Friend?" Sue thought of something and asked in surprise, "Is it Dr. Summers?"

Six years ago when sir lost his three years of memory, he was no longer friends with Dr. Summers and they hadn’t made up until now. Even when the two met at some banquets, they didn’t greet each other. She was worried when she heard this from Joe.

Sir and Dr. Summers had been friends since childhood, and sir had no other friends except for Dr. Summers, so she sincerely hoped that the two would reconcile.

He seemed to know what Sue was thinking. Henry's face sank and he faintly replied, "No."

The light in Sue's eyes dimmed instantly. "Who is it if it's not Dr. Summers?"

Henry said, "The one who gave you the ointment last time."

Sue was stunned at first, and then the brightness of her eyes were restored. "It's sir's partner, Miss Smith, right?”

Henry answered, "Yes."

Sue clapped her hands happily. "That’s great! I was going to ask sir if you had any information about Miss Smith."

"Why are you asking about this?" Henry frowned.

Sue smiled happily and replied, "Of course to thank her. The ointment she gave me was very effective.

After applying it, my waist doesn’t hurt anymore these days."

So that was why.

Henry lifted his chin slightly. "She'll be coming tomorrow and you can thank her then."

"Of course." Sue nodded, and then asked again, "By the way, sir, what does Miss Smith like to eat? I’ll prepare i t tomorrow."

Henry looked down to think about it and mentioned a few.

When Sue heard the food, she was stunned. "Aren't these..."

"Huh?" Henry looked at her suspiciously.

Sue opened her mouth and swallowed her unfinished words. She said with a complicated smile, “It's nothing."

In fact, she wanted to say that the food was madam's favorite. This content © Nôv/elDr(a)m/a.Org.

But madam had been gone for six years, and sir couldn't even remember her anymore. What was the point of her saying that?

But she didn't understand why sir mentioned what madam liked to eat. Could it be that Miss Smith had the same taste as madam?

Thinking about this, Sue asked again for confirmation, "Sir, are you sure these things are what Miss Smith likes to eat?"

Henry's eyes flickered slightly as if he was thinking.

After a few seconds, he nodded his head lightly. " Yeah."

He actually didn't know what Miss Smith liked to eat, but when Sue asked, these foods naturally appeared i n his mind.

And his instincts also told him that Shannon would like them.

Sue answered, "Alright, I'll prepare these foods tomorrow.”

Henry didn't speak but gently rubbed his temples.

"I almost forgot," Sue suddenly said, "Sir, Jacqueline is awake."

"She's awake?” Henry's eyes narrowed.

Sue replied, "Yes, I just came out after cleaning up your room. When I passed by Jacqueline's room, I heard some movement, so she should be awake."

"Got it. I’ll go up and have a look.” After that, Henry got up and went upstairs.

When he arrived at Jacqueline's room, Henry didn't knock on the door either. He just opened the door and went in.

In the room, Jacqueline was sitting on the bed with her knees bent and her arms around her head. She seemed to be avoiding something she was afraid of. She didn't even notice that he had come in.

Henry's expression didn't change after looking at Jacqueline in this way. He was still so cold.

He walked to the bed, stopped, slightly lowered his head, and looked at her condescendingly. "Do you know who sent the courier?"

Sue said that Jacqueline was yelling, 'She's back,' before she fell into a coma.

He didn't know whether she meant a man or a woman. 1

But he knew that Jacqueline must know who it was.

Hearing Henry's question, Jacqueline shrank and looked up to him, but soon lowered her head back. "I...

I don't know..."

"You don't know?" Henry reached for her chin and lifted her head firmly. "Look at me. Do you really not know or do you not want to say it?"

"I... I really don't know!" Jacqueline's gaze was evasive when she spoke.

How could she say it out loud?

How could she say that Yvonne was the person who sent the courier?

She couldn't say it, absolutely not.

Henry didn't feel surprised or angry seeing Jacqueline lie, because he expected her to.

"Really? Since you don't say it, I'll get someone to investigate it. After I find out what you did, you'll..."

"You can't investigate!" Jacqueline seemed to be stimulated by something. She jumped up from the bed and grabbed Henry's arm. Her nails were about to pierce into his flesh through the clothes on

his arm.

She stared with her two scarlet eyes and said grimly," You can't investigate. Henry, you're not allowed to investigate!"

He couldn't investigate and wasn't allowed to investigate it either, so she really did something unreasonable.

Henry pulled out his arm with a cold face. "You really killed someone?"

Although no one died, she did murder someone.

Jacqueline's pupils shrunk suddenly and her face was pale in denial. "No, I didn't kill her."

Henry's increased his tone. "You’re still lying to this day!"

Jacqueline shrunk her neck. "I’m not lying. She's still alive. She said that she’s back, which means she's not dead. If she's not dead, then I’m not a murderer!”

She didn’t murder someone just because that person didn't die?

What was she saying?

If it was based on what she said, did that mean half of the people in prison didn’t murder anyone?

"So stubborn." Henry looked at Jacqueline in disgust and said, "Who's that person you want to kill?"

"No!" Jacqueline yelled fiercely, "I've said that I’m not a murderer and I don't know who she is!"

She must not say Yvonne was the one.

What if Henry got his memory back when he heard the name?

Why did God have to be so unfair? Why did He let Yvonne escape from death again and again?

She had done it so foolproof in the beginning, but Yvonne escaped a catastrophe and survived. Now that she was back, she came back to seek revenge.

Why? Why was Yvonne so lucky that she couldn’t die?

The more she thought about it, the more difficult it was to accept it. All kinds of jealousy and hatred poured up, making her face more distorted and hateful.