Had I just been given a backhanded compliment? I pursed my lips as I waited for his reply.
He paused for a moment, before looking at me and said, "If I continue to keep my mouth shut, will I not only offend the Roberts and the Moore Family, but also the Reid family?"
I raised my eyebrows and said, "Your words, not mine!"
He tsked, "This is really a headache!" After some thinking, he said, "Why are you so sure that the body discovered by the police is not Hendrix?"
It took me a brief moment to answer. "Although that man's built bore some resemblance to Hendrix, he did not give me the sense of warmth and ease that Hendrix gives me."
He facepalmed. "So you can only tell your husband is alive based on your memory and gut feeling, and can't be sure of anything else?"
I thought for a moment and nodded. "Hendrix is my husband. There's no way I would mistake someone else for him. That body is not him. I'm sure of it!" I said sternly.
He rolled his eyes at me. Obviously, he was not satisfied with what I said. After a pause, he said, "Okay. Anyway, there is nothing much we can do. Didn't your father assign many people for you? Get them to investigate the whereabouts of Kaleb during his time in Oakland, and then send some people to follow the trail. If you discover any heavily guarded area, there's a slim chance Hendrix might be held there. However, according to my current understanding of Kaleb, he has been on the run since Myanway. He is now like a stray dog. It's almost impossible for him to kidnap your husband."
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