Why the Crocodile Tears (by Flower Sock) novel Chapter 397

Chapter 397

Chapter 397

“No, Mr. Sinclair, you can’t! The rescue team needs funding to go on!”

“Mr. Sinclair, the rescue team won’t last long if you cut off our funding!“,

“Please reconsider this and spare the team, Mr. Sinclair!”

The members of the rescue team pleaded with Gregory, but he paid them no mind as he kept his phone in his pocket and rose to

his feet.

When the team realized Gregory was serious about pulling their funding, their sense of crisis made them panic.

At that moment, Martin prompted the rescue team, “Mr. Sinclair only wanted to get to the bottom of the incident from 18 years ago. That’s all. Just take it easy and tell him the truth as it is. This conversation will be kept private and confidential.”

Martin’s reassurance was like a lifeline to the rescue team drowning in their panic. They no longer cared about hiding the truth and said in unison, “We’ll tell you! Mr. Sinclair, please stay and hear us out!”

Only then did Gregory stop in his tracks. His lips curled deviously as he hit the timer on his phone again. “You still have ten minutes.”

The rescue team members exchanged a look, then chose to be forthcoming with Gregory.

“When we got the call for rescue and rushed to the hill behind St. Sophia’s Cathedral, we did see someone in the lake, only… we realized there were two people.

“Back then, Mrs. Sinclair stopped us and demanded that we save her son, or she’d have Sinclair Group pull our funding.

“We had no choice but to go with her and save her son first. However, when we arrived at the scene, we saw little Ms. Whitman hauling a boy out of the lake and trying to save him. There was a step jutting out of the lakeside.

“Ms. Whitman had braced her wrist against it, which ended up grazing her skin and making her bleed. We hurried over to haul the boy out of the water, only to discover that…”

They trailed off after that, and trepidation flashed in their eyes.

“Only to discover that the little boy wasn’t me. Am I right?” Gregory asked, finishing their sentence for them.

The rescue team froze. They dared not answer Gregory, but the evasive look in their eyes confirmed his suspicions. A pensive smile tugged on his lips.

When ten minutes were up, Martin escorted the rescue team out of Gregory’s office. Now that Gregory had his answer, he got into his car and sped home.

Louie nearly dozed off while stirring the fish stew in the pot. The arzo had cooked through, and the fish stew, thickened by the starch, bubbled over a slow fire. The next second, Gregory materialized and took the ladle from Louie.

“You’re back!” Louie’s eyes lit up.

“Yes,” Gregory replied with an inscrutable smile, seemingly in a good mood.

“So, I’m guessing you got the answer you wanted,” Louie mused thoughtfully.

Gregory smiled and said nothing. He added the fish slices into the stew and turned off the heat once they’d cooked. Then, he tossed in some parsley and garlic oil, and the savory aroma of the stew immediately wafted through the ait.

“Tsk. It won’t be long before you have to attend the ceremony appointing the new head of the family, yet here you are, playing detective and cooking stew for your wife,” Louie teased, clicking his tongue.

For a moment, he wasn’t sure if he should praise Gregory or lecture him.

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“It’s my pleasure.”

After that, Gregory paid no mind to Louie and ladled some of the stew into a bowl. He set the bowl on a tray and brought it up to

Anathea.

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