My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna) novel Chapter 1242

I took a deep breath and said, "This is not my husband!"

The policeman furrowed his brows and said, "Is there anything on him that belongs to your husband?"

I looked at the watch on the body that I was extremely familiar with. I endured the pain in my heart and said, "Even if there is, he is not my husband. My husband can't die just like that."

"Madam, we understand what you are feeling right now, but please cooperate with us so that we can find out the truth as soon as possible. If he is not your husband, we will find your husband as soon as possible according to your statements. If he is, I hope that you, like us, can put him to rest most decently."

The policeman's words were like a knife stabbing over and over again into my heart. I looked at photos and shook my head. "No, that is not my husband. Although the watch he is wearing is similar to my husband's, I'm sure that he is not my husband. Am I not familiar with my own husband?"

Those policemen looked at each other. One of them looked at me carefully and asked, "do you know who this person is?" He pointed at the body.

I shook my head and answered honestly. "They intentionally used someone who was 70% to 80% similar to my husband to distract us. There must be a reason why they're doing this."

The policeman nodded. Things were not as simple as they seemed, and he didn't know what to do next for the time being. After recording my testimony, I left the police station with Sheridan and went to meet Tobias.

When I noticed that Sheridan was not driving towards the Hayes Manor, I was stunned. I looked sideways at Sheridan and said, "Mr. Lawson, are we not going to the Hayes Manor?"

He replied, "Mr. Hayes doesn't live in the Hayes Manor."

Then, he drove us to the suburbs near the coast. We finally stopped in front of a luxurious villa on the shore. He stood at the gates of the villa and pressed the doorbell. After saying his name, the gates opened.

I found a place to sit down and waited quietly. I looked around the hall as I waited. Psychologists said that a person's inner world could often be represented by what they liked.

Everything in the hall was black. Did it mean that Tobias' heart was filled with darkness?

The bathroom door opened and Tobias walked out from the steaming bathroom with only a towel wrapped around his waist. From his unhurried movements, he seemed to have no intention of covering himself up further.

I looked at him indifferently, objectively admiring the beauty of a young man in his twenties.

He squinted at me. He didn't seem uncomfortable under my frank stare. Instead, he mocked, "It remains unknown whether your man is still alive or dead, but you're still in the mood to admire a man."