My Husband, Warm The Bed novel Chapter 1782

Zelson was at a loss for words.

"Mr. Zelson, you told me that justice is above everything." Adrienne uttered word by word, "I have always remembered these words. Hence, I took every murder case seriously. I did my best not to wrong any innocent person and not let any murderer go."

Zelson, on the other end of the phone, was still silent. Adrienne did not know what he was thinking. She continued, "More than once, you have told me that being a forensic doctor is special because we are a profession that speaks for the dead. If the victim couldn't tell others, we will speak on their behalf."

Zelson still remained silent, but Adrienne knew that he was listening. "Mr. Zelson, I've worked with you for two years. You have always been my role model. I'm always proud to be your student. What on earth happened to make you tell me such a thing today?"

After a long period of silence, Zelson finally spoke. However, he dodged Adrienne's questions. "Adrienne, it's getting late. Have a good rest."

After that, Zelson hung up the phone.

Adrienne was holding her cell phone tightly.

She knew clearly what kind of person Zelson was.

She knew better about Zelson's work ethic.

If Zelson were required to turn a blind eye to the truth, it would be sadder than killing him.

A year before, there was a murder case in Lowell City. Zelson, as a special forensic doctor, went to help the police solve the case.

When the clues pointed to the son of a high-ranking official, some people wanted to close the case quickly. It was Zelson who insisted on bringing the murderer to justice.

At that time, Adrienne worked by Zelson's side and saw how he fought against power with her own eyes. With his actions, he told her that everyone was equal. He was the one who showed her the beauty of this society.

What on earth happened?

Adrienne couldn't wrap hear head around this.

Just when she was trying to figure out what had happened, Jefferson, who had been away for a few hours, returned home.

Jefferson entered the room. As Adrienne was still thinking about Zelson, she did not notice Jefferson. It was not until Jefferson came forward and snatched away the files in Adrienne's hand that she noticed him. "What are you doing?"

"What are you doing?" Jefferson asked coldly.

Adrienne ordered, "Return the files to me."

"What were you doing in the few hours after I left?" he asked again.

Adrienne said, "Reviewing the files."

Jefferson knew that Adrienne would never care about whether he was leaving. He knew that exactly but he wanted to hear it from her.

She had successfully rubbed salt in his wound.

However, what Adrienne said next was like stabbing a knife in his heart.

She said, "Jefferson, give me the files. I have something important to investigate and I don't have time to fool around with you now."

Fool around with him? Jefferson did not see this coming.

Jefferson was so angry that he gritted his teeth and scolded, "Adrienne,do you think that everything I do is nonsense? Is it that I, Jefferson, am a man who only knows how to fool around?"

Adrienne nodded her head. "Aren't you?"

Jefferson was enraged.

He almost couldn't breathe.

Adrienne did not notice his anger at all. She added, "It's late now. If you want to sleep, you should go to sleep first. I really don't have time to fool around with you. I have to find out the reason why Mr. Zelson is abnormal today."

"Zelson?" Jefferson didn't know how he restrained his rage and could civilly talk to her. "In the middle of the night, I went out for a few hours. You didn't ask about me but were concerned about Zelson. Am I your man, or Zelson is?"

No matter how dense Adrienne was, she still understood what Jefferson meant. She cried out, "Jefferson, we are all adults. Don't always act like a child who only knows how to make a scene."

"Make a scene?" Jefferson threw the files on the table and remarked sarcastically, "Oh... My woman thought of another man in the middle of the night and I can't ask about it?"

Adrienne stood up as she confronted Jefferson. "Zelson is my teacher. He helped me when I was in the most difficult time. If there's something wrong with him, why can't I care about him?"

"Since he's so important to you, you've thought about marrying him, haven't you?" Jefferson argued.

Jefferson's voice was dripping with spite. Out of anger, Adrienne nodded and answered, "Yes, I want to marry him and accompany him for the rest of my life."

Jefferson said those words out of anger, but he was stunned by her reply. He felt startled and angry. But more than that, his heart ached.

He always thought that the girl he had protected well would understand his love for her sooner or later. She would one day realize that she loved him.

However, it was not the truth.

She even had thought of being someone else's bride and living with another man for the rest of her life.

This was something that Jefferson had never expected. For a moment, he did not know how to respond and left their home once again in a state of mess that he had never been in.

Jefferson left again!

Adrienne was exasperated, but she had no time and mood to be angry with Jefferson. She must know what was going on with the case from the previous day.

It was almost dawn and she didn't sleep. She tidied her documents and rushed to Paramount Criminal Police Team.

When she arrived, it was still early, but many of her colleagues were there before her. Some had even started working. She went straight to Zelson's office, and Zelson was there too. He looked like he hadn't slept all night. "Mr. Zelson..."

"Adrienne, you're here." Zelson looked up at her. His eyes were filled with exhaustion that Adrienne had never seen before, which made her heart ache. "Mr. Zelson, can you tell me exactly what happened?"

Zelson closed the folder in his hands and answered, "There will be an international forensic doctors exchange conference this afternoon. You'll attend it with me and learn from international experts."

Adrienne said, "Mr. Zelson ..."

Zelson waved his hand and interrupted, "It's just half a day. You don't have to prepare anything. Just pack up and leave with me at noon."

Adrienne walked to Zelson's desk and asked worriedly, "Mr. Zelson, I want to know what happened yesterday. What made a murder turn into suicide?"

"Adrienne, am I the superior or you?" Even if Zelson was angry, his tone didn't raise much. "If you still regard me as your teacher, then don't ask more."