CHAPTER 559: CHAPTER 559: NOT A FATHER’S LOVE

As soon as the words were spoken, Felicia Preston’s expression looked as if she’d been struck by lightning.

When she came to her senses, she screamed, "You bitch, what did you do?"

She frantically lunged to grab Evelyn Clayton’s hand, but Rhys Jacobs swiftly blocked her.

David Lawrence just watched his wife go mad coldly, not intending to intervene at all, even as she was restrained.

"What did I do? I collected evidence of your extortion, obviously," Evelyn Clayton raised an eyebrow lightly, sneering, "What do you think, that I’d speak recklessly without evidence like you?"

Felicia Preston screamed and struggled madly, her hair quickly becoming even more disheveled, looking every inch a deranged woman.

Making another call to the police, the officers arrived somewhat annoyed, but upon seeing Felicia Preston in such a state, they too were startled.

Two officers managed to subdue Felicia Preston, escorting her into the elevator.

Meanwhile, David Lawrence stood on the spot, his gaze icy, without any intention of going forward to take a closer look.

An officer came over to admonish Evelyn Clayton, telling her not to waste police resources repeatedly.

Evelyn Clayton sincerely apologized to the officer.

Rhys Jacobs followed the police to give a statement, and before long, Evelyn Clayton and David Lawrence were the only ones left on the floor.

Evelyn Clayton turned her gaze to David Lawrence, looking at this ever-calm, silent man, her eyes reflecting contemplation.

"Mr. Lawrence." Evelyn Clayton spoke in a light tone, "Would you like to step inside and chat?"

David Lawrence silently glanced at Evelyn Clayton.

Just when Evelyn Clayton thought he would refuse, David Lawrence turned and walked back into the Gem meeting room in silence.

Without Felicia Preston’s noise, the meeting room was exceptionally quiet.

David Lawrence held a warm cup, his eyelids drooping; it was then that Evelyn Clayton noticed how haggard he appeared.

In fact, she had seen earlier how exhausted Felicia Preston was too.

Yet Felicia Preston’s seemingly tireless vigor diminished her fatigue somewhat, whereas David Lawrence displayed his dejection thoroughly.

Silent, grieving.

He seemed sorrowful over the death of his adopted daughter.

But for some reason, even though David Lawrence once showed concern and care for Julia Lawrence, Evelyn Clayton couldn’t empathize with this man.

She even suspected David Lawrence’s affection for Julia Lawrence...

Was it genuine?

"Mr. Lawrence, I’m really sorry about Julia’s passing," Evelyn Clayton began, her voice indifferent, "There’s something I haven’t told you, which is closely related to why she died—"

Suddenly, David Lawrence’s lips twitched.

He spoke, his voice hoarse, "You mean the man who seduced her?"

The sentence was so strange that Evelyn Clayton couldn’t help but get goosebumps.

What did he mean by the man who seduced her?

The words seemed less like a father’s and more like a... husband’s about his wife.

This unsettling feeling left Evelyn Clayton silent for a moment, and when she looked at David Lawrence again, her eyes were full of scrutiny.

She remained composed and slowly asked, "What do you mean by that?"

David Lawrence lifted his eyelids slightly, a sinister fierceness crossing his eyes, looking even scarier than the hysterical Felicia Preston.

"I meant, the man who seduced her, she took her own life because of him, right?"

Evelyn Clayton was shocked by the pathological feeling exuding from David Lawrence’s eyes.

The vague intuition in her mind was confirmed, sending a chill down her spine, her hair standing on end.

David Lawrence, he felt for Julia Lawrence not as a father, but—

As a man feels for a woman.