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Skeletons Of The Marital Closet novel Chapter 697

Chapter 697
Aurum let his voice drag.
Shawn was not patient enough to wait and decided to just make things clear. “Yes, I’m beginning to wonder if Molly is Gale!”
All kinds of evidence, signs, locations and the timing reminded him of Gale!
Peter’s face started to pale.
Yet, Aurum suddenly started to laugh out loud instead.
Aurum asked, “Mr. Wood, are you just speaking nonsense here? You personally witnessed Gale jumping down. You were the one who took her corpse out of the sea. Her grave is on the hill, right behind Temperley Hall! Now you’re telling me Molly is Gale?”
As he said that, he looked at Peter. “Mr. Warm, is he really crazy?”
Peter was stunned for a few seconds before he recollected himself. He nodded. “That’s right. What kind of crazy talk is that?! Gale, if she’s still alive, how could she not contact me at all?!”
Shawn’s lips were pursed so thinly they formed a straight line.
He knew that his thoughts were crazy as well.
However, he was forced to have those crazy thoughts!
“Shawn, stop with your nonsense. Just live your own life. Stop thinking about these things!” Peter said.
“I’ll stop thinking about it if Aurum gives answers to what I asked just now!”
“Even if I did, you wouldn’t believe me.”
Shawn said coldly, “It’s because you refuse to give a logical explanation! You’re just helping Molly escape, shielding her. You haven’t dared to contact her. That’s why you’re helping her in Zoe’s name!”
Aurum was still smiling and even started to clap. “Mr. Wood, continue. Your imagination is. just amazing. You’re even making the dead sound alive. It’s the first time I’ve seen anything like this.”
Shawn’s expression sank. “Then let Molly meet me. Stop letting her hide. Meet me face to face, so I’ll give up.”
He knew that his thoughts were unrealistic, but he held onto that sliver of hope.
Of course, there was no way Aurum would let him meet Molly. Aurum could not let anything go wrong and would not expose anything to do with Molly.
“Mr. Wood, let me emphasize this again. I don’t know Molly. I don’t understand what you’re saying either. You miss Gale and want to collect every woman who’s similar to her. I can understand that, but not every woman is Winnie. Not everyone’s willing to stay by your side and be a replacement. That Molly you’re talking about, I feel like she just wants to live her own life!”
A breeze blew past.
The atmosphere was incredibly tense.
At that moment, just a gentle breeze could cause immense changes.
After a long moment, Peter finally broke the silence. “Shawn, let Gale go. Live your own life!
His expression was mild, and it was hard to tell his thoughts.
In the end, Shawn finally answered, “I’ll meet Molly.”
No one could stop him from doing what he wanted to do!
“I’ll come and visit you another time. I’m sorry for disturbing you today,” Shawn said.
Peter waved it off. “No need, let’s not meet each other again.”
Shawn stopped in his tracks. “Father-in-law, taking someone away from me is not something just anyone can do.”
Since Peter was determined to protect Aurum, he would drop the matter.
However, he needed to look into who told Peter!
The engine of the sports car was heard, and it went into the distance.
Peter’s palms were full of sweat.
Peter asked, “What do we do? Shawn looks like he found something out! Will she be exposed?”
“Mr. Warm, I can guarantee you that both she and the children are very well hidden. Shawn
won’t find her, unless…”
“Unless?”
Aurum said, “Unless she appears to see Shawn herself.”
Peter shook his head. “Isn’t that just nonsense? Why would she come to see Shawn herself?! She wants nothing to do with him!”
Aurum’s face was a bit dark, and Peter realized something was wrong. “Are you hiding something from me?”
“Mr. Warm, just leave everything to me.”
“Did something really happen?” Peter had a look of worry on his face. “Tell me, I might be
able to help!”
Aurum answered, “You’re already helping me. Mr. Warm, I’ll have to stay with you for the
whole week.

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