My Marriage to a Mute Girl novel Chapter 39

"Who was he going to kill?"

"Alfie Mitchell."

This name, which had disappeared from J City for many years, was somewhat unfamiliar to Mr. Stanley, but it wasn't hard to hear that there was a great connection with Peter.

"Peter's brother?"

Alan nodded, "After that fire back then, Peter had an extra thirteen percent of shares in his hand overnight, becoming the largest shareholder of Mitchell Pharmaceutical Group and officially taking over the Mitchell Group."

Mr. Stanley's gaze turned grave, "Alan, this is a private matter for the Mitchell family."

The family's infighting had always been bloodless, and there was no point in rehashing such a secretive old story.

Alan's tone was extremely cold, "Peter should pay for it."

Seeing that he couldn't be persuaded, Mr. Stanley collected his expression and sighed helplessly, "I'm tired, you should go back first."

"......"

After Alan went out, the butler came in and served tea to Mr. Stanley.

"Mr. Stanley, it's natural that Mr. Alan dislike what the Mitchell family did, after all, that fire almost cost his life back then."

Back then, it was the Mitchell family that stopped the Howard family from putting out the fire, and if Alan hadn't been so lucky to have escaped on his own, he would indeed have been died in the fire.

"You really think that Alan is holding on to the Mitchell family for his own sake?" Mr. Stanley had a worried look on his face, "There was another child who perished in the fire back then, right?"

The butler froze, "You mean to say that Mr. Alan is doing it for that child?"

Mr. Stanley nodded.

Alan had a cold face and a hard heart, and would do anything to achieve profit, but only he, the grandfather, knew that Alan was most righteous.

"Then this is a difficult matter," sighed the butler.

"......"

After returning from the summer resort, Alan's face hadn't looked good.

In the evening, Lexie made tea and sent it to his study.

Alan did not drink tea as usual, nor did he look at her, but kept looking at the pages in front of him, not turning a page for a long time, his brow tightly knitted in a chilling manner.

[Are you in a bad mood?]

Lexie looked at him cautiously.

Alan glanced at her, the hand clutching the pages tightening slightly without speaking.

Lexie asked apprehensively, [Is it because Mr. Stanley asked you to divorce me? What do you need me to answer if this matter is asked again?]

She just wanted to figure out Alan's thoughts in advance to avoid making a mistake.

"Nothing to do with you."

Hearing that, Lexie pursed her lips and carefully took a step backwards to prepare to leave.

Alan's moods were always so cloudy and unpredictable, making her inscrutable.

"Stand there."

His voice suddenly came from behind her, and Lexie looked back in dismay.

Across a large desk, Alan was looking at her coldly, his face with an ugly scar on it, and the pair of his eyes staring at her closely are like cold winds that make her panic.

His voice was not loud, but resounding, "Do you hate Peter?"

Lexie's heart trembled for a moment, and she shook her head after a while.

Alan's face sank down, "Why don't you hate him? He made you marry me instead of Edith, used you as a pawn that could be manipulated at will by my side, and even threatened you with the safety of your loved ones' lives, why don't you hate him?"

Lexie clenched her fists.