In the hotel.
Louis returned to his room and sat on the sofa with his eyes downcast and a heavy sadness in his eyes.
His slender fingers were holding a cigar, and a low pressure lingered around him.
The conversation he just had in the car kept coming back to his mind, leaving him with a stony expression.
He didn't think Martha's wish was to be with her family, but his family also needed her.
Maxwell and Bianca were her family, Jimmy was her family, and so was he.
It was just that if he told Martha about his relationship with her now and then took her away, he was afraid she wouldn't agree.
After Louis finished the cigar in his hand, he finally made up his mind to take out his cell phone and pressed a series of numbers printed in his mind.
Soon, the phone was answered, and his eyes were downcast, and his dark voice rang out in the room.
"Mother."
No sooner had his words came out of his mouth than a gentle voice came over the phone.
"How are things going?"
When he heard this, his eyes became even darker, and his voice again took on a bit of helplessness.
"I saw Martha, but now I have no way to take her back. I'm afraid there are some things that will need to be resolved by your personal visit, Mother."
"Okay, I'll go there myself."
Louis suddenly sighed with relief after hearing this answer.
If his mother came, Martha might just choose to leave here with them and go back to their family.
His mother had obviously thought of this as well, and a light smile curled the corners of her mouth.
"As soon as she sees me, she'll definitely come with me."
"I hope so."
Louis responded in a deep voice and hung up the phone in his hand.
He lowered his eyes, his narrow eyes filled with an obscure look.
Hopefully, when her mother came, Martha would believe them and would return to the family that needed her.
The man let out a deep sigh and reached for another cigar when a pleasant doorbell suddenly rang in the room.
He put down the cigar box in his hand, got up and went to the door of the room and opened it.
The person who came was Jane, and she followed Louis into the room.
As soon as she closed the room door, she couldn't help but ask worriedly, "Sir, how is the injury on your arm?"
"No biggie, it has been disinfected."
Louis sat back on the sofa and looked at Jane standing not far away with dark eyes.
Jane heard these words, the stone on her heart fell down.
Louis reached out and took the cigar that was placed on the coffee table and lit it.
"It's getting late, it's time for everything to end."
Jane smiled, and a glint of obvious helplessness flashed in her eyes.
She knew that Louis was telling her that he was ready to tell Miss Doyle the truth.
Yet she didn't think it a wise choice.
"Will she believe your words if you tell her the truth?"
"No, she won't."
His thin lips lightly parted and he faintly answered.
Jane looked at Louis uncomprehendingly, with obvious doubt in her eyes.
The next second, the man's indifferent voice rang out in the room, explaining her doubts.
At this time, her mind came back t o Stefan's words.
This thing was definitely not that simple.
The only construction tool in the room suddenly fell towards the place where the opening ceremony was held.
It didn't look like an accident at all.
But if this was really not an accident, then there were really people behind it.
And the target of those people should be her.
When Martha thought of this, the first person she thought of was the person behind Hollie and Libby.
They had both behaved weirdly, especially Hollie had told her that when she was a child, the person those people wanted to harm was not her mother, but her.
She just didn't know who the person behind Hollie and Libby really was, and why it was so obsessed with killing her.
But only her mother could tell her the truth.
Her eyebrows were knitted and she looked sideways at her mother's picture on the desk and sighed helplessly.
Her mother had never told her anything, and now that she was dead, there would never be any answers to these questions.
Martha closed her eyes tiredly, and the image of her childhood with her mother came to her mind.
Her mother was so gentle, so beautiful, and yet she lost her life because of her.
She opened her eyes suddenly, and when she looked again at the picture of her mother on the desk, her eyes carried tears.
"If only I could see you again, how wonderful it would be ..."
Her mother passed away when she was a child, and she never forgot her mother's appearance all these years, and always regretted that she lost her life just like that.
She thought her mother died in the sea to save Hollie, but who knew that someone else was the mastermind in the end.
The next few days went on as if nothing had happened ...
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