Chapter 16 The Murderer is Caught
Without waiting for him to open his mouth, Daphne said, "Mr. Lancelot, don't look around."
"I want to talk to you."
Charles changed the subject of guilt and didn't want to stay on the wrong side of the matter. "I want to talk to you."
Daphne continued to wipe his hair and opened the door. "If it's about Kayla and Evan, you don't have to talk about it. I have nothing to talk about with you."
"No."
Although Charles didn't like her attitude, she answered patiently.
He needs to know what kind of person Daphne really is.
Daphne was much calmer after taking a shower, put down the dry towel and asked, "Go ahead."
"I'd like to visit your family at your house."
Charles said solemnly, "Grandpa was right. It's impolite that I haven't visited your parents in the two years since we got married and divorced."
"No need." Daphne refused.
"Just go and apologize to your parents and don't bother too much." Charles's eyes were light and his voice was deep and slow.
Daphne is still the same attitude, "No, really."
"If you don't want to go so much, is there any secret in your family?" Charles remembered what Mark had said before.
"That's right, my family is very wealthy." Daphne said with a serious expression, her clean eyes devoid of impurities. "I'm afraid that if you see my inheritance after going there, you won't agree to divorce me and instead use my money to support Kayla."
"..."
He didn't believe a single word of what she said but still went along with her question, "I know about wealthy families and businesses, but I'm not sure which one you're from."
"The Murphy Group," Daphne blurted out.
She wasn't afraid of revealing her identity.
People in certain circles knew that the Murphy Group had a daughter, but the one they disclosed to the
public was her sister.
She had never liked being in contact with people too much, so very few knew that she was the daughter of the "dummy dad," to the extent that apart from her friends and relatives, hardly anyone knew.
"Stop boasting." Charles didn't doubt her at all; he just felt that he couldn't see through this person in front of him. "I've seen the daughter of the Murphy Group, and she doesn't look like you."
"Oh," Daphne responded lightly.
She and her sister were indeed two completely different people.
She liked minimalism, while her sister preferred sophistication, dressing up like an elf escaping from a
castle, beautiful, lively, and adorable.
"I'll only go for half a day, and I won't waste your and your parents' time again," Charles spoke up again.
"If you didn't attend the wedding, why go for the divorce?" Daphne said casually. "People who don't know might think you deliberately wanted to upset someone."
"It's precisely because I didn't go before..."
"If you really wanted to visit them, why didn't you find out earlier?" Daphne interrupted his sentence, behaving impolitely for the first time. "I'll say it one more time, no need."
Charles sensed her resistance.
The more she resisted, the more curious he became about her upbringing.
He had checked the address mentioned in her information, a fairly ordinary neighborhood in Gedser with nothing special about it.
"Why do you not want me to go so badly?" Charles decided to ask directly.
"Because I don't want certain people to laugh at me." Daphne said this casually, without any emotional fluctuations. "If you go and tell him about our two-year marriage and subsequent divorce, how will he and his new wife look at me?"
Just a simple sentence. It brought Charles back to last night.
Daphne had mentioned that her relationship with his family wasn't good, and her father had found someone new.
"I can go visit your mother," Charles changed the topic.
Daphne paused, with her hand holding the toner, her eyes showing a momentary distraction. Charles noticed her abnormality.
Just as he was about to continue persuading her, Daphne took the toner and spoke in a voice devoid of emotions, "My mother passed away."
Charles had considered countless possibilities, but even he had never thought of this.
"You..." Charles didn't know what to say for a moment.
"If there's nothing else, let's finish the conversation here," Daphne put the bottle back, "I have to apply for a divorce tomorrow morning."
Charles's eyes darkened. "Get some rest."
"Got it." Daphne's mood was calm.
Charles didn't disturb her any further.
As he walked to the door, his hand rested on the doorknob. His tall and imposing figure made the room seem cramped.
Looking at Daphne, who appeared as usual, he ultimately didn't say anything and closed the door to leave the room.
That night, neither of them slept well.
Charles tossed and turned on the bed, feeling a suffocating heaviness in his heart when he thought about the divorce tomorrow. What troubled him even more was his lack of knowledge about Daphne, to the extent that he didn't know her mother had passed away...
Daphne had one nightmare after another.
At the end of each nightmare, her gentle and tender mother would always hold her, patting her back gently, and say, "Daffy, don't be afraid. Mom is here."
Then dream would shatter, and her mother would disappear before her eyes.
She tried hard to hold on, but all she could do was watch her mother's hand slip away from hers.
"Mom!"
"Mother!"
Both her childhood self and her adult self-tried to chase after her, but no matter how hard they ran, they couldn't catch up to the speed at which her mother disappeared.
Daphne suddenly woke up from her sleep, her forehead covered in sweat. She lay on the bed for a while before sitting up with a complex heart, leaning against the headboard in a calm state of mind.
It had been a long, long time since she had had such dreams.
Glancing at the time, it was only three in the morning. She had intended to drink some water but found that the cup on the bedside table was already empty. So, she got out of bed and went downstairs to get some water.
She didn't turn on the lights.
Compared to the daytime, the night made her feel safer.
In the pitch-black environment, there was no deceit or scheming, only endless darkness without boundaries.
She got a glass of water, still thinking about everything from her dream.
For the past two years, she had tried to avoid thinking about her mother.
She was afraid that if she thought too much about her, her mother would worry that she wasn't living well.
But tonight, the longing was like grass growing underground, unstoppable and forcefully crashing through her mind.
She couldn't control it at all.
"Bang!"
She accidentally bumped into Charles, who was also coming downstairs to drink, and spilled some of the water from the full glass onto him. She also got slightly wet.
Before she could say anything, Charles's voice sounded above her head.
Due to just waking up, his voice was deep and slightly solemn.
"Why didn't you turn on the lights?"
"No need." Daphne casually replied, not wanting to say much.
Charles went to the side and turned on the lights, instantly making the room as bright as day.
The sudden brightness made Daphne feel a bit uncomfortable. She furrowed her eyebrows and closed her eyes for a moment.
After adjusting to the intensity of the light, her gaze fell on Charles, not far away.
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