Exposing the Charade of Deep Affection - Season 2 Episode 33

didn’t have time to look for Walter. Before I knew it, there were over a dozen police officers standing on the deck, guns in hand, almost all of them pointing at Ezra.

And the two subordinates of Ezra, who were originally holding Walter and Sebastian, were already held at gunpoint by the police at this time.

The scene changed too quickly, I hadn’t even had time to figure out what was happening.

Walter shielded me behind him, his dark eyes scrutinizing Ezra, his voice low and harsh, “Ezra, you’ve lost this round.”

At this moment, there was no longer a smile on Ezra’s face, which was terribly gloomy. After a long time, he almost gritted his teeth and looked at Walter, “Walter, I underestimated you. It seems that there was no one on the yachts that I had people blow up. You had already evacuated everyone.”

Walter remained silent, which was taken as his consent.

Looking at Ezra, Walter said, “To catch you, sacrificing a few yachts and a few decoys, it was worth it.”

“Hmph!” Ezra snorted coldly, no longer willing to engage in further conversation. He simply asked, “Where are my other brothers?”

Walter furrowed his brows, calmly saying, “Don’t worry, they are all still alive.”

After a brief exchange between the two, Lucas arrived. Seeing that Ezra had already been handcuffed, his face relaxed slightly, and he

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ordered his subordinates to take the man away.

He looked at me and said, “Ms. Conner, are you alright?”

I shook my head, Walter had already ripped the bomb from my waist just now, there was nothing wrong at the moment. It’s just that everything happened too quickly, which left me a bit dazed. How did Ezra suddenly get surrounded? I hadn’t even had time to react to what was happening.

Seeing that I was fine, Lucas looked at Walter and said, “Mr. Hinton, thank you for today.”

Walter shook his head, his gaze steady as he said, “Our goals are the same, no need to thank me.”

Lucas nodded, instructing someone to move Sebastian onto the police yacht. He then urged me and Walter to quickly return to the mainland.

The yachts that had been bombed were naturally unusable, but it seemed like the police had prepared in advance.

I boarded the yacht, full of doubt.

Looking at Walter, he asked, “How did those police officers suddenly appear on Ezra’s yacht?”

Ezra’s tall figure stood on the deck, his dark eyes gazing at the boundless sea, seemingly embedded in the vast darkness. After a long while, he finally spoke lightly, uttering a few words, “Submarine.”

I frowned, so those police officers had been lurking under Ezra’s yacht all along? Waiting for the right moment to quietly climb onto Ezra’s yacht, and then take control of Ezra’s subordinates.

By the time Ezra realized that his people were in trouble, it was already too late.

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No wonder Walter didn’t look the slightest bit nervous when he saw the yacht being bombed. It turned out that it was just a smoke bomb h had thrown for Ezra.

Having realized this, I subconsciously touched my waist and couldn’t help but look at him and say, “The explosives that Ezra tied to my waist are safe as long as I don’t move two meters away from him. Why didn’t you wait until Ezra was captured before contacting the bomb disposal expert? If the bomb had suddenly exploded just now, we…”

“Tabatha!” My words were cut off before I could finish, as he turned around to look at me, his black eyes deep and restrained.

I paused, looking at him, puzzled, “Wha…what’s wrong?” The way he was looking at me was a bit off, which made me feel uneasy.

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The night deep, he walked towards me, stopping a meter away. His voice was somewhat heavy, “How exactly did you get the scar on your abdomen five years ago?”

I held my breath, the question that needed to be asked, had to be asked after all.

Looking at him, I pursed my lips, momentarily at a loss for where to start. The events from five years ago were too complex. Taking a deep breath, I looked at him and said, “About what Ezra left behind.”

His hands were tightly clenched on both sides, his dark eyes were very deep as he looked at me and asked, “Where is the child?”

I paused for a moment, a child?

A wave of emotions surged within me. So, he had always thought that the scar on my abdomen was from a cesarean section? At this thought, I couldn’t help but give a bitter smile. So, this was what he cared about. Indeed, he was the untouchable second young master of the Hinton family, high above everyone else. Knowing that his wife of two years

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had once borne a child for another man, how could such a proud man possibly accept it?

Taking a deep breath, I rubbed my somewhat cold cheeks and said, “Walter, don’t you think it’s pointless to ask these questions now?”

The two people who were already about to part ways, still dwelling on the past, isn’t it ridiculous?

He furrowed his brows, his expression tense, “Tabatha, as long as I haven’t signed the divorce agreement, you are still my wife. I have the right to know about your past.”

I laughed, “So, you think I have to tell you if you want to know?”