Sweetheart, Do You Still Love Me

Chapter 515

Chapter 515 Nothing To Say

After lunch, Lily came to Elspeth's office and whispered, "I made the call, Miss Elspeth, but he wouldn't talk to me. He said you'd have to call and ask him for a meetup yourself."

That little… Elspeth massaged her forehead in irritation. "I see. You may leave now. I'll call him later."

There's nothing I can do here now. Lily left soon after.

Thinking it would be hard to explain things over a phone call, Elspeth decided to visit him instead. He's not a patient person, after all, she thought.

It was 3.00PM when someone knocked on Edmund's door. He took the door, wearing nothing but a pair of pants. His upper body was revealed.

Elspeth shoved him out of the way and entered the room like it was her house. She came to the couch and saw a bra hanging on it. A frown formed on her face. "Looking intense."

"Why did you come here?"

"To see you, duh." She glanced at the bedroom and saw the silhouette of a woman inside.

"What happened? You're no womanizer."

Edmund plopped down impatiently and cracked a bottle of soda open. "None of your business," he responded, looking at her.

"Anyway, I'm not here to talk about that." She looked into the bedroom again. "But you should tell her to leave."

Exasperated, he stood up and pulled the bedroom door open, revealing a delicate woman inside. She looked at Edmund with love in her eyes, but there was a hint of fear in her gaze.

"Out."

The woman quickly picked up her clothes and hastily changed into them. She then took her bag and darted out of the room.

Elspeth pointed at the couch as she called out to the woman, "You missed something."

The pink bra was still hanging on the couch. Sheepishly, the woman came forward and grabbed her bra. She tucked it into her bag and ran away.

"Aww, you scared her," Elspeth teased.

Edmund was in no mood to play. He leaned on the doorframe and asked, "What is it this time?"

"Patience. I'm getting to it." She took a report out of her bag and tossed it onto the table before the man.

"Patience. I'm getting to it." She took a report out of her bag and tossed it onto the table before the man.

"What is this?" he asked, but he didn't pick it up. NôvelDrama.Org is the owner.

"You can just read it. Won't take a minute."

A frown furrowed his forehead. "Can you skip the guessing segment?"

"Alright, fine. It's the report of the inspection of Max's race car."

Edmund's face fell instantly. "What?" He picked the report up and skimmed through it.

Elspeth clicked her tongue. "Thought you didn't care."

It didn't take long for Edmund to finish the report, and he looked grim. "Someone tampered with it, didn't they?"

"Yes. If you are smart enough to suspect something's wrong with the car, there's no way we will be oblivious to it."

"I don't believe you." He calmed down and tossed the report back onto the table. Then, he said coldly, "This is probably an act you and Callum came up with. I won't fall for it."

"And why would we do that?"

He closed his eyes, trying to hold his emotions back. "I don't know. You tell me."

"Wait a minute. All the web novels got into your head, didn't they?" Elspeth almost laughed. "You think Callum killed Max so he could get more inheritance?"

How does she know that? Edmund looked a little awkward.

"My goodness, Edmund. You're an adult. There's no way things can be so dramatic in real life. You need to get your head checked."

Cold fury glinted in his eyes. He thought this was Callum's conspiracy, all because of Callum's unusual actions. If he had told everyone about the potential saboteur hiding in the shadows, he wouldn't have suspected anything. Yet, he first said it was an accident, but now he claimed that the car was sabotaged. Edmund had to suspect something.

"I still can't believe you." He still thought things were more complex than they appeared to be. "I need to find out the truth for myself."

Fine. If he's that stubborn, then I have nothing to say. "Very well. If that's how you want to treat your brothers, then go ahead."

"Patience. I'm getting to it." She took a report out of her bag and tossed it onto the table before the man.

Welp, that's it, then. Someone's going to use this to bring the Winthrops down. Or worse. Elspeth couldn't help but sigh internally.

"I can barely call him my brother. I share no fraternity with him. He has always been a selfish man. He doesn't care about anyone, and certainly not us."

The woman stopped in her tracks. "What did you say?"

"Tell Callum to drop his act. It's disgusting," Edmund spat. He seemed to have been holding it in for a long time.

"Didn't think you'd be this dramatic." Elspeth crossed her arms. "Guess I've got to clear up this misunderstanding before I leave."

He crushed his bottle of soda and slammed it on the ground. "No need for that. Leave."

Elspeth huddled closer and purred, "Do you not like me?"

The man said nothing as he refused to answer.

"Look, this is a misunderstanding." Elspeth sat back down and crossed her legs, waiting for Edmund to speak.

"There is no misunderstanding. At least not from the attitude he's showing right now. If he thinks I've misunderstood him, then tell him to speak to me himself."

No longer desiring to talk, Edmund opened his bedroom door and went inside. He then slammed the door shut, declining all visitations. Elspeth might've been refused, but she wasn't about to give up just yet.

She went ahead and knocked on the door, refusing to leave until she had an answer. "Come out, Edmund. We need to talk."

"For the last time, we have nothing to talk about. If you keep doing this, then don't blame me for taking extreme measures." There was anger in his voice, but he was keeping it in.

"You still hate me, huh?" Elspeth blurted out for some reason.

And silence ensued. A moment later, Edmund opened the door, a conflicted look filling his eyes. "What do you want?"