Chapter 642 Was It the Former Driver?
"Mr. Blake, a distinguished figure from Maple Valley, what brings you to my place?" Abigail asked Donovan.
Donovan was a man with a refined demeanor, wearing gold-rimmed glasses, exuding a clean and comfortable aura.
"I need your help with something," Donovan said.
Abigail chuckled, "Someone as capable as you needs my help? I just received a good bottle of wine from my friend in Eldoria, from their vineyard. Want to try it?"
With that, Abigail handed a glass of wine to Donovan.
Donovan sat on the sofa and took a sip. "It does taste good. To the point, here's the matter..."
Donovan explained Jake's situation to Abigail from beginning to end.
Abigail kept nodding.
"Invisible mental illness? You figured it out so quickly?" Abigail frowned slightly.
"I don't know the specifics either. If you're free tomorrow, come with me. Cynthia keeps using Jake's illness as an excuse to get close to me," Donovan said, rubbing his forehead with a very helpless expression.
"Showing off, are you? So you want to dump the responsibility on me? Trying to play the good husband in front of your wife?" Abigail teased.
"What do you mean by 'play'? I am a good husband," Donovan said. "By the way, you know our college mate Charles, right? He has someone he's interested in, someone who works with drones."
"Yeah, I remember. He won first prize in that competition, right? A genius in school. What does his girlfriend do? Drones? Impressive," Abigail praised.
"Let's have dinner together sometime. But tomorrow, you need to come with me to Pearl Peak City first."
"Alright. You've been drinking, can you still drive? Should I take you home?" Abigail added, "And tomorrow, are you driving to Pearl Peak City? If you are, I won't drive. I'm not familiar with the roads there, and besides, driving is expensive with gas prices so high now."
Donovan was at a loss for words.
"Can you handle it, Mr. Blake?" Abigail finally found someone to cover her expenses.
Donovan lightly tapped his knee, "Sure."
He wanted to show it to Chloe and see her reaction.
In recent days, Francis had become adept at operating the drone, but he couldn't play with it everywhere, so he mostly played with it in front of his house.
That evening, he was operating the drone at home, feeling a bit bored, but then he saw something on the drone's camera and rushed upstairs.
He showed the screen to Chloe.
"Mom, look, a pretty lady is driving Dad home," Francis said to Chloe, who was folding clothes upstairs.
Chloe took a deep breath and then calmly said to Francis, "Go downstairs first."
As Francis went downstairs, Donovan was coming up.
"Is your mom home, Francis?" Donovan asked as he walked past Francis.
"Yeah, she's upstairs folding clothes." Francis smelled a strong scent of alcohol on Donovan and thought: He went out drinking. Although his steps didn't show any signs of being drunk, Francis knew he had indeed been drinking.
Francis went downstairs.
Donovan entered the bedroom.
"You're back?" Chloe glanced up at Donovan.
"Yes."
"Been drinking?"
"Social event," Donovan said, hanging his suit on the coat hook behind him.
"How did you get home?" Chloe asked calmly.
"The driver brought me back."
"Was it the usual driver?" Chloe pressed on.
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