Lucinda told him everything that happened the day before when Natalie was taking Joe home.
Shane’s eyes widened in surprise. “You’re saying that your daughter’s not the culprit?”
“It’s not her.” Lucinda nodded, her eyes swollen red.
Shane narrowed his eyes at Natalie. “Why didn’t you tell me something as important as this?”
Natalie laughed haughtily at his accusation. “Do you think I didn’t want to? You didn’t even give me the chance to see you.”
Just thinking about Jacqueline at the door last night annoyed her to the core.
Shane frowned as he examined the anger and mockery on her face.
When he was about to respond, a prison guard walked up to them. “You can see Number 257 now.”
That was Alice’s number.
They did not use names in prison. Each inmate was assigned a number.
Lucinda glanced at Natalie. “Mrs. Thompson, we can see Alice now.”
“Let’s go.” Natalie nodded and followed the woman.
She noticed that Shane was right behind her.
Tilting her head, she asked him, “You want to see her too?”
Shane ignored her, his face stone-cold.
Natalie scoffed at herself. How silly of me! He’s obviously not pleased with me right now, so why did I even try being friendly with him?
Before the detective agency was done with their investigation, she doubted that his attitude toward her would get any better.
So be it!
Thus, Natalie decided not to respond either and put on a poker face.
The two were clearly husband and wife, but at that moment they looked to be much more distant than a pair of strangers.
Shane didn’t want to admit that his attitude toward Natalie was not right, and continued to ignore her.
It was not so much that he loathed her because of Yulia. It made more sense to say that he simply did not know how to get along with her.
But now when he noticed that Natalie was letting him get a taste of his own medicine, he did not like it one bit.
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