I Slept with My Boss and Ran Away

Meredith grew increasingly agitated. If not for the police holding her back, she might have lashed out directly. Due to Meredith's background, the police didn't dare to remove her and could only advise, "Mrs. Sterling, please calm down." Meredith couldn't calm down. Her mind felt like it was exploding with countless firecrackers, leaving her in chaos. She just wanted to know where Terrence was-alive or dead-she needed to see him.

"Ethan Channing, speak up!" Meredith screamed, tears finally breaking free. "Ethan Channing, we never wronged you. Why are you fixated on us? My husband could never have driven the car that killed your parents." Mentioning his deceased parents brought hatred to Ethan Channing's eyes. Ten years of resentment boiled over; now captured by the police and abandoned by his allies, he had no chance for revenge and erupted in anger. "You so-called elites, can you even admit what you've done?" Ethan Channing sneered. "Ten years ago, my parents were killed by Terrence in a car accident. The Sterling family made a driver take the fall. So, your lives matter but my parents' lives don't?"

Even though Ethan Channing spoke with certainty, Meredith didn't believe him. "What year, what day, what time, and on which road? Tell me! You can't falsely accuse my husband of something he didn't do." She firmly believed Terrence was innocent.

Ethan Channing laughed coldly. "I've fallen this far; whether you admit it or not doesn't matter anymore. You, Meredith, are a princess of the French royal family; even the police are wary of you. My life is at your mercy."

Ethan Channing had given up resisting but refused to confess anything else. Whether it was about Ruby Kim, Fiona, Justin, or last night's contraband, Ethan Channing denied everything except being at the dock last night and claimed ignorance about the cargo ship incident, blaming Terrence for setting him up.

He also denied hiring someone to kill Terrence and indeed had not done so.

Ethan Channing kept his mouth shut tight; apart from admitting his grudge against Terrence, nothing more could be extracted from him.

Veridian Fever couldn't get any useful information from Ethan Channing for now. From his reactions, it was clear he knew some clues but refused to provide them.

The police continued searching the mountains and found many car wrecks and burnt phones but still no sign of Terrence.

Meredith was asked by the police to step outside and calm down. Sitting on a bench in the hallway, she had no time to grieve or panic; she needed to stay calm to sort everything out and find Terrence.

Everything stemmed from Ethan Channing's ten-year-old grudge.

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Meredith told Veridian Fever, "Officer Fever, please check into Ethan Channing's parents' case from ten years ago; there should be records with the traffic department. Also, I heard there was an explosion at the dock last night involving contraband on a cargo ship-have you found out the cause?"

Calming down helped Meredith piece things together bit by bit and figure out where to start.

Even though she spoke methodically, she couldn't stop her hands from feeling cold or quell her inner unease and fear.

She clenched her hands tightly, constantly telling herself that Terrence was still alive-he had to be.

Having stayed up all night, Meredith suddenly felt dizzy and fainted as everything went black.

When she woke up again, it was already afternoon.

Darcy DuMont sat by her side. Seeing her awake, he immediately approached her. "Meredith, are you alright? Do you feel unwell anywhere?"

"Dad," Meredith lay still without wanting to move. She forced a smile. "I had a dream that something happened to Terrence. It felt so real. Dad, how could I have such a dream? It's simply impossible."

With that said, tears slipped from her eyes into her pillow.

Darcy DuMont held Meredith's hand tenderly. "Meredith, don't worry; he'll be alright. The police haven't found him yet-that's good news."

So it wasn't just a dream after all.

Meredith closed her eyes until the pain in her heart subsided before slowly sitting up with support. "Dad, he's still alive, isn't he?"

"Of course he's alive," Darcy DuMont reassured her. "He couldn't have just vanished without a trace."

"Mrs. Sterling," Liam Michaelson knocked on the hospital room door.

Meredith pulled herself together. "Is there any news?"