What Separates Me and You novel Chapter 389

Tears welled in Nancy's eyes when she heard what Lewis said, but she couldn't bring herself to say anything.

Lewis' voice was calm, as if he were narrating someone else's story. "I have a dog. I'll discipline it whenever it's disobedient. However, perhaps I've been too harsh, because it actually bit me." He shifted his steady gaze toward Nancy. "A dog only bites when pushed into a corner, and the same can be said for a human."

"Lewis …"

"Rest well. I'm going to the police department." With that, he left the bedroom.

Lewis was unexpectedly composed throughout the conversation. However, this was more daunting than if he were to question with a heart-wrenching interrogation and unleash his wrath. Nancy knew Lewis would only keep his emotions from showing when speaking to people he deemed insignificant. It was unnecessary since they were not worth it—that was what she had taught him.

Nancy covered her face with her hands and wearily closed her eyes as tears streamed down her cheeks. No one could have seen this coming. When had Lewis transformed into an entirely different person?

As she sifted through her memories, she vaguely remembered a time from six years ago, right after Lewis was involved in a car accident. Following his discharge from the hospital, Lewis had never smiled like he used to and slowly turned a deaf ear to everything she said. Could a car accident truly be responsible for such a profound change in someone's personality?

Nancy was in a daze for a long time. Then, she promptly sat upright and frantically reached for her phone on the table. She called the hospital. "Mr. Lawson, can you share Lewis' treatment records from six years ago when he was admitted to the hospital due to a car accident with me?"

"Six years ago?" Mr. Lawson was surprised but agreed nevertheless. "There should be no problem, but you'll have to wait."

"Alright, please make haste."

Lewis came to the living room and saw the nanny teaching Josephine to knit a sweater.

Josephine was clumsy and couldn't learn no matter how hard she tried—she couldn't even knit a starting knot after so long. The nanny held her hands and guided her through the steps. "Here, slip it through the loop, go around it, hook it up here, and there you go."

Josephine thought it was fascinating. She tried it on her own and finally did it. She beamed in delight at the nanny.

"Master Lewis." The nanny hurriedly put down the stuff in her hands as she got up.

Lewis signaled for her to leave them, so the nanny picked up the things on the sofa and left.

Lewis glanced at the object Josephine held. "What are you knitting?"

Josephine tugged her shirt, indicating she was knitting one.

"For who?"

Josephine touched her tummy. Lewis was the one who told her she had her own baby, so the shirt was for the baby, of course. Suddenly, this man seemed dumb to her.

Lewis pondered as he watched her. Then, he smiled. "All the best."

Josephine nodded and showed him how she did it, indicating that she had already learned the ways and would soon produce a baby's clothes.

"Stay here and continue learning. I'll be out for a while."

Josephine was enjoying herself very much with knitting and seemed oblivious to what Lewis had said. She kept on twirling the yarn around.

Lewis stood for a while and left after noting that Josephine was ignoring him. He lit a cigarette in the car. Leaning against the window, he watched the sunset on the horizon with a desolate look in his eyes. He finished smoking a cigarette and headed for the police department.

The police had got their hands on Robert's call history and discovered his last conversation was with Layla. "Layla Saunders is missing as well. We can't find her anywhere. We have strong reason to suspect that she is involved in this."

Lewis flipped through the information and frowned. "No news at all?"

"No. It's hard to believe how capable Layla is of countering surveillance at this age. She must have planned the murder thoroughly if she truly is the murderer. But she'd know there's no way to escape after committing this crime." An officer pasted Layla's photo on the whiteboard. "What is she up to by lurking in the dark?"

Upon hearing the officer's words, Lewis' expression grew stern.