Chapter b96 /b

In that instantb, /bbI /bbunderstood /bthat the breason /bbI /breceived the bail call was because Ashley had someone make it.

She deliberately wanted me bto /bsee the consequences of opposing her.

My steps paused for a moment. I said nothing and continued walking forward.

bAn /bhourter.

I wasn’t able to bail ra out because under Ferris’s arrangements, Silver Moon’s entire legal department had been mobilized.

Cynthia would be detained for at least seven days.

Cynthia pretended it was nothing: “bIt’s /bfineb, /bbI’ll /bjust consider bit /bexperiencing life.”

I’m sorry.” I didn’t know what belse /bto say bbesides /bapologizing.

understood that the reason Cynthia posted those things online was all for me. Her arrest was also because of me.

Don’t apologizeb–/byou’re not the one who’s wrong.”

Ferris bis /bsuch a bastard. I posted so much evidence online–is he blind? Why is he still protecting that bitch?”

I really don’t understand what’s so good about her. All these men are blind, protecting her!”

reached out and gently hugged her, not knowing what to say.

lecause whether it was before, when I was married to Ferris, or now, he was always on Ashley’s side, regardless of whether she was right or wrong.

Aurora, don’t be sad. He’s just a scumbag–not worth it.”

My voice caught slightly as I nodded: “I’m not sad. I stopped loving him long ago.”

Cynthia, don’t worry. I’lle get you tomorrow.”

ynthia saw through my intention and grabbed my hand: “Aurora, don’t wrong yourself. Don’t go begging Ferris for mercy. It’s just staying here for free for even days–I’m not scared.”

Don’t worry.”

fter I left, sitting in the taxi, when I opened my phone I saw the Facebook post Ashley had made online.

he had posted a picture of herself working in theboratory with a prominent line: “A clear conscience fears no usation.”

he fans below were all expressing support, telling her to strike hard against the rumor–mongers.

gripped my phone tightly, my fingertips turning slightly white.

first rushed to the central building, but learned from the secretary that Ferris was resting at home today and wasn’t here.

Ferris was resting?

This was the first time I’d heard of such a thing.

I took a taxi to the vi. Outside the enormous vi, it was particrly quiet, with the surrounding scenery not much different from before.

As soon as bI /bapproached the entrance, I heard a “bang.”

Tinstinctively used my fingerprint, and the bdoor /bautomatically opened.

The fingerprint lock hadn’t removed my fingerprint. The moment I stepped into the room, scenes from the past shed through my mind.

Looking through the entryway, I saw Ferris lying on the floor–that had been the sound of him falling from the sofa.

I walked in. The room still carried a faint scent of tobo.

“Terris.”

I came in front of Ferris and saw the man with his brows tightly furrowed, his forehead covered with fine beads of sweat, his eyes dosed in difort.

“Terris…”

1 crouched down and ced my hand on Ferris’s forehead–it was burning hot.

He had a fever.

The cool touch gave Ferris a moment offort. When I was about to move my hand awayb, /bhe grabbed my wrist and pulled me toward him.

I almost fell onto him.

The two of us were extremely close as Ferris murmured in confusion: “Heartless thing, trying to run away again?”