Chasing His Runaway Wife by Jamie Stones (Tabitha Jarvis) novel Chapter 4

Chapter 4 The Mistress Is The Murderer

The enemy who had been hiding for eight years and killed her parents had finally shown up!

Tabitha took several deep breaths and only managed to force herself to calm down after a long time.

Malcolm slept soundly. Holding her breath, Tabitha unlocked his phone with his fingerprints and searched for Naomi’s phone number.

Then, she quickly typed a text message: [Come to Honey Café at eight o’clock. I have something to tell you.]

Tabitha’s heart was pounding.

Her usually gentle and serene-looking eyes were now narrowed and filled with sheer coldness.

She quickly cleaned up the traces of information and then put on a coat before heading out.

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“Malcolm!” A woman with sweet makeup and was dressed delicately appeared in Honey Café.

However, when the woman saw it was Tabitha, her sweet smile instantly turned into a look of astonishment. “It’s you?”

When Tabitha saw the woman, her eyes lit up with anger.

She tried her best to resist acting impulsively and said in a cold voice, “Naomi Boyle, I haven’t seen you for years. It seems that you still remember me.”

Naomi’s expression shifted slightly. She pretended to be calm and said, “Miss, I’m sorry. You have mistaken me for someone else.”

She turned and tried to leave, but Tabitha suddenly grabbed her wrist.

Tabitha sneered. The previous look of tenderness in her eyes turned frosty and was now mixed with hatred and anger. “Mistaken? You caused my parents’ death in the past! I can recognize you even if you’ve been reduced to ashes!”

Tabitha was reminded of the sight of her father lying in a pool of blood. She remembered her mother, who suffered from a heart attack because of the shock. There was also the desolate figure of her grandfather, who seemed to have aged significantly overnight.

The tragic memories that had been sealed in Tabitha’s mind for eight years came flooding back. She felt blood rushing to her head. Her heart throbbed so hard that she could hardly breathe.

“Naomi, don’t think you can escape so easily this time!” Tabitha snapped.

Naomi put up a great struggle subconsciously. “Let go of me. I don’t know you!”

Tabitha’s delicate body stumbled a few times, and her abdomen began to ache unexpectedly. Cold sweat covered her forehead, but she held onto Naomi tightly, showing no inclination to let go.

Naomi looked shocked. She didn’t expect that Tabhita had so much strength despite her fragile appearance.

“Let go of me!” Naomi shouted.

Amidst their scuffle, a cold voice suddenly sounded from behind. “What are you doing?”