Chapter 351 What Sneaky Thing Did You Do?
Winona realized that after all this time, she hadn't even found a clue.
Since that brief encounter in Mode City, Mrs. Hall seemed to have vanished into thin air. Even the private detective she hired at a high price couldn't track her down.
Winona irritably scratched her head.
Rebecca asked, "Have you asked Carlos about this?"
"Yes, but I got nothing," Winona replied.
"Back then, you had no evidence, but now you have your mother's diary. He can't deny it. If someone is guilty, they'll definitely show it," Rebecca said.
Winona propped her chin with her hand and said weakly, "Carlos is in detention now, awaiting trial. No one can see him except his lawyer."
"You should ask Zachary for help. No one can see him, but last time Zachary managed to get in and beat him half to death." Most importantly, he didn't face any consequences. "Now it's just a matter of seeing him and asking a few questions. For Zachary, that's just a piece of cake."
"We'll see," Winona mumbled.
If it wasn't absolutely necessary, she didn't want to involve Zachary. Even Frank, the head of the Turner Family, acknowledged the danger, so it must be very dangerous.
Observing her expression, Rebecca asked, "Didn't you and he reconcile? If so, it's only natural for him to help you?"
"We are still in the trial period. Maybe after a while, we'll find we're not suitable and break up. I should avoid involving him."
Despite being married for three years, Zachary was either out early and back late or didn't come home at all. Even at the company, he was a busy CEO, and she was a tea-serving clerk. The only moments they could share were the brief minutes when she delivered meals, leaving her with the impression that Zachary did not truly know her well.
Even couples who were madly in love might break up, let alone them.
Rebecca, sipping on a straw, said, "You never really thought about remarrying him, did you?"
Winona spoke honestly, "I just think everything is just right now. We don't necessarily need that marriage certificate. Be together when we like each other, and break up when we don't. Besides the certificate, I don't see any difference between couples and married people."
Rebecca could totally imagine Zachary's angry face when he heard this, but she didn't feel sorry for him at all. He used to bully Winona a lot. She couldn't even remember how many times she had seen Winona cry. Now that he was in this situation, he deserved it.
Indeed, there was karma in this world, and Zachary's retribution was Winona.
Winona should give Zachary a hard time. After all, If it was too easy to get, he wouldn't cherish it.
Previously, a woman named Fiona caused their divorce. With Zachary's handsome face and the aura built by money and power, there would definitely be an endless stream of women throwing themselves at him. If one of them won his heart again, wouldn't Winona be the one to get hurt?
Rebecca was initially worried that Winona wouldn't be able to handle Zachary and would repeat the same mistakes, but hearing her say this, she felt much better and gave Winona a thumbs up, "Well done."
Winona remained silent.
After a moment of speechlessness, she stood up. "I'm going to the restroom."
The restroom was in the back garden of the restaurant.
After coming out of the stall, Winona stood at the sink, washing her hands with her head down. Suddenly, her scalp hurt as someone yanked her hair.
She reached up to hold her scalp, tilting her head back in the direction of the pull. In the mirror, she saw Layla gripping her hair tightly.
"Winona, did you set Dad up to get him sent to the detention center?" Layla glared at her viciously, pulling hard as if she wanted to rip out a chunk of her hair, "Everyone, look! This woman sent her own father to jail. Such a heartless and unfilial person should be drowned."
Layla was pulling her hair with both hands. Despite Winona also holding on firmly, her scalp throbbed with intense pain. With so much hair, she couldn't tell which strand was being pulled.
Fortunately, Winona had experienced fighting with her since childhood and instinctively went to tear her clothes.
When women fought, there were often no rules or considerations like men. They might pull hair, tear clothes, and scratch with their nails—using whatever causes the most damage. The goal was to bring the other person down.
Sure enough, Layla immediately let go to protect her collar. She was wearing a shirt today, and one pull would expose her.
Her shout had already drawn a crowd, surrounding them in layers to watch the commotion.
Winona's hair was finally freed. She rubbed her sore scalp and tied her hair up with a band, "Layla, if you're sick, take your meds. Don't go around biting people like a mad dog."
Layla clutched her collar, glaring at her fiercely. Whether it was fear of exposure or the realization that fighting in public was embarrassing, she stood still and weakly shouted, "Can you deny that Dad was sent to the detention center because of you?"
"He was sent there for inciting others to kidnap and extort. If you think it's unjust, go to the police station and confront those who detained him. And don't slander me, he's not my dad."
Layla glared at her one last time and surprisingly didn't cause any more trouble, turning to leave.
Winona felt something was off and called out, "Layla!"
Just then, Rebecca came out of the restaurant. She had heard that there was a fight in the restroom and came out, fearing Winona might be involved. She happened to brush past Layla.
Hearing Winona call her, and seeing Layla walking away without looking back, Rebecca instinctively grabbed her.
Layla reacted violently. "Let go."
Rebecca raised an eyebrow. "Someone's calling you, and you just walk away? That's rude."
With that, she dragged Layla back towards Winona.
Layla struggled fiercely, kicking and punching, her fists swinging wildly like a drugged rat.
Rebecca lost her grip for a moment, and Layla ran. Rebecca quickly reached out with her other hand, grabbing Layla by the back of her collar, suspiciously looking her up and down, "Your reaction is a bit too strong. What bad thing did you do?"
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