His Mute Wife: He Can't Sleep After She Left-Chapter 70: You Seem to Have Forgotten Who Your Wife Is
"Your father’s car really did go to 19 Promenade. Afterward, he anxiously moved a burlap sack into the trunk, then drove to an abandoned factory in the suburbs."
Kiana Sutton immediately typed back, "My father said the sack contained a porcupine. An employer asked him to move it to the factory, said someone would come to pick it up."
Porcupines are a Category Three protected animal; hunting or using them is strictly forbidden.
But plenty of people still do shady deals—Gordon Sutton said the other party gave him ten thousand yuan, and he moved the porcupine to the deserted factory for the money.
If that were all, at most he’d be charged with illegally transporting protected animals, nothing worth a ten-year sentence.
But when the police arrived, there was no trace of a porcupine in the trunk—just the sack, and a rope.
Both the sack and the rope carried Kate Lynch’s DNA; plus Gordon Sutton’s phone only showed texts demanding money from the Lynches, with no evidence of any employer calls or messages.
Gordon Sutton couldn’t defend himself at all, and just like that, he ended up in jail.
"I asked around a lot at 19 Promenade, but found no leads. However, I’ve got a bold theory."
Kiana Sutton’s heart raced, "What is it?"
"You said your dad only remembered hauling goods to the factory in the suburbs. The next thing he knew, he woke up inside the factory, and saw Kate Lynch frantically running out shouting ’help’—right?"
"Yes!"
"That suggests your dad was probably drugged on the way out there. If Kate Lynch really wanted to frame him, it’d be tough on her own—she must have had help."
"Who?"
"I haven’t found out yet. I checked the surveillance on the roads an hour before and after your dad went to the suburbs; looks like someone deliberately tampered with it."
This is also why Elliot Crowe suspects Gordon Sutton was set up.
"So what do we do?"
"Anyone who does bad things leaves a trail. I’ll keep digging on my end. I hear Kate Lynch has woken up—if you get a chance over there, try to investigate, but don’t tip them off. Otherwise, you could end up in real danger."
After Kiana Sutton finished chatting with Elliot Crowe, she let out a heavy breath.
So Dad really has been wrongly accused.
Once the truth comes out, Ethan Sinclair won’t hate her anymore—right?
As for Kate Lynch, getting close to her will be tough; after all, Ethan Sinclair would never let her appear in front of Kate Lynch.
Tuesday afternoon, Kiana Sutton got a call from the Sinclair Matriarch. Once she learned Kate Lynch was awake, she worried Kiana would be wronged, so she told her to come back to The Sinclair Estate.
So after work, Kiana rode her beloved little e-bike toward The Sinclair Estate.
Crossing a large bridge, several motorbikes suddenly closed in from behind.
In the rearview mirror, Kiana saw the riders were a bunch of rowdy young men—some driving one-handed, some yelling cockily, all looking for trouble.
Fearing they’d hit her, Kiana steered her e-bike as close to the shoulder as she could.
The motorcycles sped past her, one after another, making Kiana tense up with each passing second.
When the last one came up beside her, he deliberately swerved and smashed into Kiana’s bike.
Kiana’s tiny e-bike toppled over onto the ground. The guy glanced back, didn’t bother to help, and even flashed her a hostile gesture.
Kiana lay on the pavement, her palm and arm scraped and bleeding. Watching the man speed away, her brows knit tightly together.
Just my luck lately—nothing’s going right!
She painfully crawled upright, finding her knee was scraped too—luckily, only a surface wound.
Her phone started ringing: the Sinclair Matriarch had sent several worried messages, wondering why Kiana hadn’t arrived yet.
Kiana ignored the pain, got back on her bike, and rushed to The Sinclair Estate.
The moment the Matriarch saw Kiana wounded, she grew anxious. "Oh, Kiana—what on earth happened? You’re hurt so badly!"
Kiana smiled and shook her head, "I just fell on the way here—it’s nothing, just some scrapes."
The Matriarch wasn’t pleased by this answer, "You’re still riding that e-bike of yours?"
Kiana nodded, even praised it to the Matriarch: "The e-bike is awesome—never gets stuck in traffic and it’s quick. It’s perfect for this time of year, so cool and refreshing."
Kiana genuinely liked her e-bike, but to the Matriarch, she was just trying to make the best of a bad situation.
"Where’s that rascal Ethan? Didn’t I tell someone to call him this afternoon? Why isn’t he here yet?"
When Kiana heard that Ethan Sinclair was coming too, a shadow crossed her face.
Ever since that night, they hadn’t seen each other. Even at the company, Kiana hadn’t run into Ethan.
No need to guess; Ethan had been by Kate Lynch’s side, overseeing her rehab, handling all his work through Nathan Lawson, who brought documents to the hospital.
As Ethan Sinclair’s secretary, unless he summoned her, Kiana had nothing to do—which freed her up to paint.
She hadn’t expected her grandmother to summon Ethan, and honestly had no idea how to face him.
"Madam, young master said he’s busy today and can’t make it." It was Nanny Chapman, Chelsea’s mother, who spoke up.
"What’s more important than your own wife? Get him here, now!"
Kiana saw the Matriarch getting upset and quickly patted her back, chiming in for Ethan Sinclair, "Grandma, honestly, he’s been really swamped lately—so many projects, barely any time to even sleep..."
"Kiana, you don’t need to cover for that brat! As if I don’t know what he’s really doing lately?"
Kiana hadn’t finished her sentence before the Matriarch personally dialed Ethan Sinclair’s number.
Ethan came home with a particularly foul expression.
The moment she saw him, the Matriarch started to scold, "Ethan Sinclair, what’s wrong with you? Kiana’s injured, where were you as her husband?"
Ethan glanced at Kiana, saw she’d only suffered minor cuts, and curled his lips in a cold sneer, "Just scratched up a little—does that count as being hurt?"
Kiana felt uneasy under Ethan’s gaze. She pressed her lips together, saying nothing.
"Watch how you speak! Have you forgotten who your wife is?"
When the Matriarch smiled, she was gentle and kind—but when she didn’t, her authority was suffocating. Meeting her warning look, Ethan’s scowl grew even nastier. 𝐟𝕣𝗲𝕖𝕨𝗲𝐛𝗻𝗼𝐯𝗲𝚕.𝗰𝚘𝐦
"I heard that Lynch girl woke up. Since she’s conscious, she should cherish her life and stop daydreaming about things she shouldn’t!"
Picking up on the threat behind her grandmother’s words, Ethan Sinclair clenched his fist tightly and shot Kiana a cold look...
The next moment, he sneered, "Grandma, you’re the one who made me marry Kiana Sutton. Kate is the woman I truly love. If anything happens to her, this family can kiss its peace goodbye."
