Chapter 1597 The Intense Emotion Vanished in an Instant
She couldn't even be bothered to say "get lost" anymore. She just turned her head to look out the window, pretending he didn't exist.
Paul had soup splashed all over his head, and his forehead was a bit red from being hit. He already had a bad temper, and now he was barely holding it in.
He wanted to explode, but seeing how much weight she had lost and remembering the slap from last night, he immediately backed down.
"I'll leave the dog here."
As soon as he said that, Ann laughed again. "Take your dog and get out."
"Ann!" His tone turned stern, his brows furrowed deeply, but her next words left him frozen.
"Are you going to slap me again?"
Paul stood still, feeling as if something had pierced through his heart.
A dull pain mixed with a sharp sting.
He held the dog crate, unable to retort.
But last night, to everyone else, Ann seemed to be losing her mind, especially after throwing hot coffee at Elara.
If he hadn't stopped her, who knew what she might have done?
He had acted out of urgency.
He had never hit a woman before.
Paul suddenly realized he couldn't argue because, in his mind, Ann was that kind of woman—excessive, venomous, and willing to do anything to achieve her goals.
He even thought she had gone to the Adams Villa to cause trouble, which was why he had lost his patience.
In the scene last night, when Ann said Elara had come to steal Tan, it was laughable.
Elara was the daughter of the Reed family, raised with the best education. How could she do something so outrageous?
But who would have thought, Elara really did it?
Last night, everyone wronged Ann. How desperate must a woman be to storm into the Adams Villa under such circumstances?
And what awaited her was even greater humiliation.
"Unbelievable." Leaving those words behind, he took the dog crate and left.
Passing by the front desk, he grabbed a bunch of napkins to wipe the soup off his suit.
The soup looked greasy, and he frowned deeply.
He placed the dog crate on the passenger seat.
The puppy was quiet, curled up silently, seemingly unaware it had been rejected.
Paul felt inexplicably irritated. He lit a cigarette, worried about the smoke affecting the puppy, so he opened the window.
After finishing two cigarettes, he drove back to his place.
He couldn't give the puppy away, so he had to keep it himself.
With plenty of servants in the villa, taking care of it wasn't a problem.
He went to the bathroom to shower, changed into a new suit, and while drying his hair, he thought of Ann's gaze.
He never used to pay much attention to Ann's expressions. When he bullied her, she looked humiliated. When he disliked her, she looked silently aggrieved.
Even last night, when he didn't trust her, she looked shocked and heartbroken.
Last night was the first time he couldn't bear to look into a woman's eyes, as if her heartbreak could be contagious.
And today, her gaze was calm, not lifeless, but calm. Except for the initial anger when she threw the bowl, she remained very calm.
This calmness made him very uncomfortable.
After drying his hair, he couldn't resist calling the police station.
Previously, the police were still investigating the poisoning incident involving Elara.
No matter how they questioned her, Connie insisted she was acting under Ann's orders. But after hearing her man had cheated again, Connie broke down.
"Yes, I did it. No one ordered me. Why should that bitch Ann have a better life than me? We're both women. She should suffer like I do, right? Brody liking her was her luck, and she dared to refuse him. I think she had her eyes on my husband. She's been a bad person since she was a kid."
"I poisoned her. I said Ann ordered me, and everyone would believe it was her. Even without evidence, people would still suspect her. Her reputation would be ruined. I'd be thrilled. She shouldn't marry better than me. She should be my lapdog for life, at my beck and call."
The police officers present were stunned by her words.
Ann was Connie's biological daughter. How could a mother treat her own daughter like this?
But they were police officers, and they'd seen it all. There were even mothers who poured boiling oil down their daughters' throats, burning their insides until they died.
Some mothers in this world were jealous of everything their daughters had.
Because they lived oppressed lives, they wanted their daughters to suffer the same.
They were oppressed and didn't resist it. Instead, they oppressed their daughters.
Connie had this mindset. Seeing Ann live well was more painful than death, so she would rather destroy herself to drag Ann down.
Even if she couldn't kill Ann, she wanted to burden her with the crime of inciting her mother to poison someone.
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