What Separates Me and You novel Chapter 388

Nancy's shoulders trembled as she turned stiffly. Upon laying eyes on the grisly sight in the bag, her breathing stifled, and her eyes rolled upward as she fainted.

Lewis hurled the watch back in and checked the other bag. He asked, "That's too few. It's not complete, is it?"

"Yes, we only found some parts of his body. We're trying our best to search for the remaining parts."

Lewis stood, sadness in his eyes, as he looked at the police officers. "Please arrest the murderer."

"Of course. We'll do everything we can without you saying it and detain the murderer lawfully, Mr. Alvarez."

"Thank you."

"You don't have to. It's our duty." The police showed him several photos. "These photos were taken before he went missing. He seemed to have received an invitation from someone to come here. However, due to the limited number of surveillance cameras in this area and the fact that this mansion has been vacant for a long time, these are the only images we have. Therefore, we don't know who else was here."

"What about his phone?"

"We can't find it. The murderer must have destroyed it. We'll know more when we manage to obtain his call history."

Lewis nodded and chatted for a while before getting someone to carry Nancy back to Alvarez Manor.

Nancy was in deep shock. She fell sick once she returned and was lifeless upon waking up. She didn't have the strength even to speak. Gory images flashed into her mind once she shut her eyes, and she would think of the water she drank as his blood, vomiting after every mouthful.

Lewis didn't return to Styx Mansion. He stayed at Alvarez Manor with Josephine temporarily.

Josephine was happy to be here, though, as she could continue playing with Baron.

Nancy's eyes were filled with despair as she leaned against the head of the bed. Lewis sat beside her, peeling some fruits for her, when he heard her say, "Do they have the results?"

"Yes, they have."

She slowly turned and looked at Lewis blankly. Her voice was hoarse as she asked, "Is it him?"

Lewis halted. He looked at Nancy for several seconds before saying, "It is."

Nancy closed her eyes in distraught, and tears trickled down her cheek. "That geezer … Do you think he'll rest in peace if he knew that this is how his life has ended?"

Lewis said nothing. He continued peeling the fruits.

Nancy sobbed. "Lewis, tell me honestly. Do you have anything to do with his death?"

Lewis didn't even look up. "Well, do you hope I've something to do with it or otherwise?"

Nancy's words choked in her throat. For a second there, she didn't know how to answer him. She looked at Lewis for a long time before spitting out her words with difficulty. "He's your father."

"You've already said that." Lewis' voice was unusually calm, so much so that Nancy felt her hair standing on ends. In fact, he looked more like he was ending someone's life instead of peeling fruits.