Reclaiming Her Heart

Selena certainly didn't believe it.

But she didn't have the strength to argue now; she just watched as Christopher's alter ego downed one glass after another.

She had the strange feeling that he was also affected by William's death.

But could that be possible? William's death was his doing.

Selena just felt her eyes welling up. She was still a bit confused about everything that had happened, as if she had been pulled into a vast mystery.

No matter what, William had always been good to her.

Yet, at the time of his death, the once powerful William looked so haggard, as if he had endured immense torture. It was almost as if he had been haunted by inner demons that he couldn't exorcize even in death. Raymond sat alone in Ashbourne Manor, a black-and-white photo of William before him.

Ashbourne Manor had been a pre-marital gift from William to Selena, and the staff here had all been trained by William himself.

Now, with the news of William's death, a heavy sadness hung over the entire manor.

To make matters worse, Selena had also disappeared.

Only Max occasionally barked at the door, as if waiting for his master.

Raymond leaned back, staring blankly at the ceiling.

His phone had been ringing constantly. On the day of William's memorial service, many people wanted to contact him, but he didn't answer a single call. Eventually, the phone's battery died.

He calmly went upstairs, took a shower, and lay down in the bed that still carried Selena's scent.

It was very quiet around him, so quiet that he could occasionally hear the birds outside.

Raymond grabbed a pillow and hugged it tightly.

Raymond hadn't slept for two days, and now, he finally managed to drift off.

But he dreamed. He dreamed of the time when he didn't know Selena was his wife, dreamed of the time he asked William for a divorce and faced family repercussions. Back then, he thought being entangled with Selena was the most painful thing in the world, and he always despised William's decision.

But at that time, he was so happy.

William was still alive, and Selena was still his wife.

The scene in the dream shifted to William lying on a hospital bed, saying he regretted bringing him and Selena together.

But this marriage was clearly arranged by William himself. Why would William regret it?

Selena was so wonderful.

The dream continued, with Raymond repeatedly asking why he suddenly wanted him and Selena to separate.

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In the end, in this dream, Raymond never got the answer he wanted.

When Raymond woke up, his phone beside him was fully charged. He turned it on, ignored the messages sent to him, and immediately called the funeral home.

"Mr. Montague, you can come to collect the ashes tomorrow," the people on the other end said.

After collecting the ashes, he would have to arrange the burial.

Raymond felt his throat tighten but still agreed, "Okay."

After hanging up, he called someone else. "Have you found her whereabouts?"

"Not yet, Mr. Montague. We have gradually ruled out over two hundred stowaways. Currently, more than forty people are being held by the police, but we haven't gotten any useful information from them, and..." "And what?" Raymond asked.

"The government found out we were investigating the stowaways and sent someone to contact me. It seems they don't want us to investigate this."

This was the same as when Paul received a warning message. It seemed these stowaways were involved in some national secret events. Raymond immediately thought of Christopher.

After hanging up, Raymond thought for a moment before calling Paul. "Paul, do you remember the poem you found on Christopher's draft paper?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Raymond suddenly let out a mocking laugh. "Maybe it's just because that poem was his favorite woman's favorite poem."

Raymond suddenly remembered that Selena had once told him her favorite poem, and that poem was exactly the same as the one Christopher had left on the paper. Raymond's hand hanging by his side slowly clenched.