Bumpkin’s Rich Handsome Husband novel Chapter 415

While the Larson couple was searching everywhere in Bloomstead for Tiffany, they received a call from the police and went straight to the police station. Silence dawned upon them in the car as they were absorbed in their own thoughts.

"You can easily tell that Matthew is behind this."

Rachel propped head with her arm against the window and sighed. "No matter how foolish Tiffy is, she wouldn't have done this in such a critical time."

"She's foolish for offending Matthew." Floch was feeling helpless as well.

Despite knowing who the mastermind was, both of them were aware that there was nothing they could do about it because Matthew was doing it for Veronica's sake and she was their future young lord. The only option available was to sacrifice one of them to protect the other.

Before long, they arrived at the police station and saw Tiffany in the detention room. She crouched while wrapping her arms around her knees at a corner in scruffy clothes. With her head buried in her knees, no one knew what she was thinking about.

It pained Rachel to see Tiffany like that. With red-rimmed eyes, she walked into the room and yelled out, "Tiffy?"

She called out for her with a soft tone, yet Tiffany did not move an inch as if she could not hear it.

"Tiffy, M-Mom's here," she called again.

Finally, Tiffany raised her head to show her sorrowful face that was rife with helplessness and despair. She looked at Rachel coldly with a hollow gaze before rising to her feet to head out of the room, bypassing Floch and the police officer like a zombie.

She slowly regained her senses at the police station and cottoned on the situation through the interrogation. Once again, she fell into Matthew's trap.

It's because of Veronica again! You b*tch!U!

Along their way home, the elderly couple attempted to strike a conversation with her only to receive zero response from her. She cooped herself up in her room as soon as they arrived home and never stepped foot out again.

Similar to the night sky, it was pitch black dark in an underground basement with dead silence. Xavier was fettered to a steel chair and could not budge at all, rendering him vulnerable.

Clomp. Clomp. Clomp.

The sound of footsteps reached his ears and before long, the door opened and the man standing by the door turned on the lights, causing him to shut his eyes in discomfort due to the brilliance.

A moment later, he adapted to it and opened his eyes to see the person before him. He cocked his head and sniggered. "I admit—I've lost."

From the moment he asked the driver to make a detour to the hospital after Veronica bled and fell into a swoon, he knew what was ahead of him. Thus, he was not surprised to be caught.

Click!

Matthew lit up a cigarette and inhaled the tip of it before exhaling a puff of smoke, which covered his face. "You're brave."

"Don't say that. I'm just a loser," Xavier dissed himself as though he was yielding to fate.