Between Ruin And Resolve My Ex-Husband's Regret novel Chapter 271

Chapter 271 A Real Lead Or

Another Dead End

Laura’s eyes shimmered with unshed tears as she gently nodded, her voice filled with quiet conviction. “Good. I… I believe in you, Sadie.”

The next morning, golden sunlight filtered through the sheer curtains, casting delicate patterns across the wooden floor. Sadie stood before the mirror, her reflection poised yet contemplative, Dressed in an understated professional ensemble, she carefully smoothed down the fabric, ensuring every detail was in place.

With a measured breath, she adjusted her collar, exhaling softly before reaching for her bag.

The car rolled to a stop in front of an elegant cafe, its castle–like facade exuding a timeless charm.

Sadie shifted into park, lingering for a moment as she took in the sight before her.

Her gaze lifted to the cafe’s sign–Gentle Breeze.

Following the address given to her the night before, Sadie had arrived here.

Taking a steadying breath, she pushed open the door, immediately greeted by the rich, comforting aroma of freshly brewed

coffee.

The cafe’s interior was simple yet refined. The soft lighting and serene atmosphere made one feel instantly at ease.

A waitress in a neatly pressed dress approached with a polite smile. “Good day, ma’am. Do you have a reservation?”

Sadie returned the smile briefly. “Yes, I have an appointment in Room Serenity.”

The waitress nodded. “Right this way, please.”

They moved past a series of elegant booths and toward the more private section of the cafe. “Excuse me, sir. Your guest

has arrived.”

“Please come in,” a deep, measured voice responded from within.

Sadie inhaled quietly, steeling herself before pushing open the door.

Inside, the scent of coffee deepened, mingling with the faint notes of polished wood and aged books. A middle–aged man

sat at a sleek coffee table, his movements precise as he carefully poured coffee from a silver pot.

He was dressed in a simple gray suit, his hair neatly combed back, and his expression carried a quiet warmth.

At the sight of her, he set the coffee pot down and rose to his feet with an easy grace.

“It’s nice to meet you in person, Miss Hudson. I’m Matthew Duncan.”

Sadie dipped her head slightly in greeting, her voice poised and polite. “Nice to meet you as well, Mr. Duncan.”

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Matthew gestured toward the chair opposite him. “Please, have a seat.”

Without hesitation, Sadie settled into the chair

Matthew wasted no time. “Miss Hudson, you want to know the origins of this string of beads?

Sadie nodded and handed over the string of beads. “Yes. This piece… it’s more than just jewelry to me.”

Matthew turned it over in his hand, studying the delicate carvings with quiet reverence. After a pause, he spoke slowly. “I

acquired it three years ago… from a woman.”

“That woman… do you still have any way of reaching her? A phone number? An address?” Sadie leaned forward instinctively, her grip tightening on the leather bag in her lap.

Matthew sighed. “That woman was a cautious one–reserved, deliberate.”

He reached into a drawer, rifling through its contents before retrieving a single, yellowed piece of paper. “This is all I have.” He slid the fragile slip across the table. “Three years is a long time. I can’t say for sure if the number is still active.”

Sadie clutched the paper, her grip tightening as if it might disappear.

This–this lone set of digits–was the key to finding her mother.

Her voice was thick with emotion as she whispered, “Thank you, Mr. Duncan.”

Matthew offered her a kind smile. “I hope this number leads you to the answers you’re looking for.”

Sadie rose to her feet, bowing her head slightly in gratitude before turning toward the door.

Outside, the air felt different now–heavier with possibility.

She walked to her car, slid into the driver’s seat, and closed the door behind her with a soft click. For a long moment, she

simply stared at the numbers in her hand. A thin sheen of sweat dampened her palm.

She took a deep, trembling breath as she pressed the start button, the engine humming to life.

Her hands clutched the steering wheel, but her mind was elsewhere–lost in a whirlwind of memories. Her mother’s voice.

Her mother’s laughter.

The drive felt endless. Finally, she pulled over, the car rolling to a slow stop at the roadside. For a moment, she just sat there, gripping the piece of paper as though it held the answers to her past.