Chasing His Runaway Wife

Chapter 19

Early the next morning, Malcolm went downstairs to find Tabitha sitting at the dining table with an

empty plate and half a glass of milk.

She was reading a book, her long eyelashes hanging down, casting a shadow under her eyelids.

The rising sun outside the floor-to-ceiling window flooded in, casting a faint layer of light on her body,

as if she would melt into the warmth the

next moment.

Malcolm frowned slightly, inexplicably disliking the feeling he was having

now.

George passed by and whispered in Malcolm’s ear, “You might as well explain what happened last

night. Mrs. Sinclair is good-natured. If she knows that you didn’t mean to offend her, she won’t keep

holding the grudge against you.”

Malcolm stiffened slightly.

He always acted swiftly and decisively and never bowed his head to anyone, let alone humbled himself

to coax women.

However, even if he didn’t like Tabitha, he had to admit that he was at fault for sending the flowers to

Naomi.

“Okay,” he responded faintly, walked over, and sat down in front of Tabitha.

Tabitha didn’t even look up, as if she hadn’t seen him.

Malcolm suppressed his mixed emotions, looked at her, and said slowly, “What happened last night-”

Before he could finish, Tabitha suddenly got up, drank the remaining half glass of milk, and left the

dining table with her book.

Malcolm was frozen in place, and he struggled to describe his feelings at

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In the past, Tabitha would always wait for him to have breakfast with a smile on her face.

He subconsciously called out, “Tabitha.”

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Tabitha stopped and turned to look at him indifferently. Her clear hazel eyes were emotionless.

“If you’re asking me the question last night, I will still give the same answer. I shoveled the flowers.

Whatever you think,” she said.

Tabitha’s cold gaze silenced whatever Malcolm was about to say.

Just then, the phone rang. It was Saul.

“Mr. Malcolm Sinclair, Mr. Alaric Sinclair has come over and is waiting for you in the company,” Saul

informed.

Alaric had been neglecting the company’s matters for quite some time. It might not be a good sign that

he showed up early in the morning and waited for Malcolm.

Subconsciously, Malcolm felt that Tabitha had gone to Alaric again to talk about the flowers.

But thinking that he had misunderstood her, Malcolm held back his

temper.

“I’ll be right there.” Malcolm hung up the phone only to find that Tabitha was no longer around.

The feeling of being ignored overwhelmed Malcolm. Suppressing his displeasure, he hurried to the

company.

In the office, Alaric was seated in the boss’ chair with a walking cane.

“You’re here?” Alaric greeted Malcolm.

“Grandpa, why did you come to the company to see me so early?”

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Malcolm asked.

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“I have something to talk to you about,” Alaric stated, looking at Malcolm, his cloudy eyes still dignified.

“Malcolm, I’ve entrusted the company to you for many years. It’s time for me to come to check on the

results.”

Malcolm’s heart skipped a beat.

Alaric spoke with eloquence, every word resonating with strength. “Naomi’s pregnancy is not entirely

out of the question. However, the condition is that you must prioritize Tabby’s safety.”

Malcolm speculated that Alaric knew Tabitha was injured because she went to see Naomi.

Alaric continued, “I don’t want Tabby to get hurt again. Send a message to that woman. If something

happens to Tabby’s baby, she can’t give birth

too.”

Malcolm instinctively wanted to explain, “Grandpa, you misunderstood. What happened at Four

Seasons Bar that day was just an accident-”

Alaric interrupted, “I’m sure your assistant will soon find out if it was an accident. You insist on keeping

those dubious people. I don’t mind, nor do I want to intervene in what you do behind my back.

However, refrain from bringing that woman home in the future to cause distress for Tabby.”

Malcolm’s expression changed slightly. He knew something was amiss that night and had already

dispatched someone to investigate the bar.

‘Does Grandpa know anything about it? Why does he think it has to do with Naomi?’ he wondered.

Malcolm called Saul in as soon as Alaric left and asked, “Any progress on the matter regarding Four

Seasons Bar?”

“Yes,” Saul replied.

Saul had been working for Malcolm for years, and his ability to do things. was first-rate. It was easy for

him to find a strange clue.

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“The knocked-down wine rack was recently purchased by Four Seasons. Bar and reportedly originated

from a second-hand store,” Saul explained the clue he found during the investigation.

‘An upscale nightclub shopping for second-hand goods and even placing it in the most noticeable lobby

of the nightclub? There’s something unusual about all of this, Malcolm contemplated.

Malcolm tapped his slender fingers on the desk and said in a cold voice, “You’ve been searching for

two days. Is that all you got?”

‘Since there was a problem with the origin of the wine rack, we shall investigate the boss over there,

look into the deliveryman, and examine the wine rack installer, Malcolm thought.

Saul gulped and mustered up his courage to say, “Mr. Sinclair, it seems that this matter has something

to do with Ms. Boyle.”

Malcolm’s eyes suddenly darkened. He ordered, “Make it clear.”

“The drunkard who attacked Mrs. Sinclair that day was the installer of the wine rack. The installer

received 10,000 dollars a week ago. And the wire account belongs to a woman named Sylvie

Zimmerman. Sylvie is a high school friend of Ms. Boyle’s,” Saul elaborated.

In just a few words, the message was earth-shattering.

Saul was afraid that this matter had too much to do with Naomi, so he didn’t dare to continue his

investigation.

Malcolm’s expression changed slightly and snapped, “Whatever you do, find these two people first!”

“Yes sir!”