What Separates Me and You

Josephine went after Lewis, but he had already left.

As if afraid that she would give chase, Mrs. Larson stood in her way, seemingly respectful but ready to stop her if she took another step.

Josephine turned toward her and signed, "Where is he going?"

Why would he leave so soon after arriving home?

Mrs. Larson laughed hollowly. "I don't have the answer to that. It's late now and time for bed, madam."

Josephine gazed at the entrance hesitantly. She didn't want to sleep yet.

But Mrs. Larson was already leading her upstairs. Josephine could only head upstairs under Mrs. Larson's push and shove.

It was still raining outside. Lying in bed, Josephine tossed and turned, unable to fall asleep.

Lewis had been by her side all this while, but she was alone now. Only she and Mrs. Larson were in this massive mansion, magnifying the barrenness of the space. After leaving Styx Mansion, Lewis drove toward Quintin's house.

Damian was in great shock at Quintin's actions. The news had blown up the internet when he found out, and it was too late to do anything by then.

Naturally, Quintin wouldn't have the courage to return home and decided to hide after causing such a commotion.

Worried that he would encounter hardship, Hilary bought him this house and secretly allowed him to stay in it.

It was the only place he could be right now.

Phineas lingered outside, not daring to leave.

He hesitated between knocking down the door and picking the lock. Whichever it was, he must enter and beat Quintin into a pulp. At that moment, Lewis arrived.

Phineas immediately stood upright. He couldn't help but shudder when he sensed the murderous air enshrouding Lewis. "S-Sir." Lewis came to the door, the air surrounding him frosty and scaring the wits out of Phineas. "Kick the door open."

Phineas was stunned. He nodded right after and started kicking the door.

He made a clamoring noise. Hiding in his room, Quintin heard the noise and felt a sense of foreboding.

He quickly ran to the window and opened it. Looking out, he could see nothing beneath. Darkness overwhelmed everything.

However, he was fortunate that he was only on the second floor. He scanned his surroundings, and his gaze fell on the curtains beside him.

The lock on the front door was password-based, and the alarm blared after Phineas gave it several kicks.

Phineas hesitated and looked at Lewis.

"Go on."

Gritting his teeth, Phineas continued. He made such a racket that the neighbors started looking out from their houses. However, they silently drew back when they saw Lewis' brooding face. After the tenth kick, the door opened with a clang.

Phineas instantly opened the door and ran in.

The divorce agreements were still on the coffee table with a line of enlarged words written across it, "Divorce? Over my dead body!" Large letters scrawled over the page and covered the original print on the agreement.

Seeing that, Phineas searched the house, but Quintin was nowhere to be seen. He noticed the window was wide open. "He ..." Phineas cast a nervous glance at the man beside him.

Lewis was staring at the curtains lying on the floor. His face darkened, and he didn't utter a word. The chilly air sent goosebumps crawling over Phineas' scalp.

Phineas had no doubts that Lewis would definitely strangle Quintin to death had he been here.

He guessed, "That punk must've known you were after him, so he fled."

Lewis kept quiet.

Phineas continued, "Apparently, he sent his friend away. He sent him overseas, last I checked."

A different director had taken charge of the welfare association as well. No one knew where the original director went.

Before Phineas could finish speaking, Lewis turned and left.

He quickly kept up with him and asked hesitantly, "Sir, what should we do now?"

"Track him down." Lewis' response was short and simple.

"Yes, sir..." Phineas wiped his forehead. He couldn't help feeling worried for Lewis. He hadn't finished dealing with Kiran, and now there was Quintin. Lewis was in a tight spot.

Quintin didn't leave immediately after leaping down from the second floor. He hid in a corner of the residential area and kept an eye on the exit.

He crouched for a long while before he saw Lewis' car leave.

Watching the Bentley disappear into the rainy night, Quintin finally heaved a long sigh of relief. He allowed himself to slump to the ground, where he rubbed his ankle. He twisted it when he jumped, and it ached terribly.

He'd only started massaging it when he received Damian's call. He glanced at the caller ID and saw it was from his father. Pouting, he turned on silent mode on his phone and stashed it away. Lewis wasn't the only one hunting him down; his father was too.

The incident had spiraled out of his control.

But he never regretted it. He'd secretly proclaimed Lewis his sworn enemy when he saw Jack's critical condition at the hospital.

As how it was, his feelings for Josephine were no longer relevant now. Instead, the grudge between him and Lewis came first.

At that thought, Quintin endured the pain in his ankle, rose to his feet, and limped up the stairs.

Phineas kept sneaking glimpses at the rearview mirror as he drove Lewis back to Styx Manor.

At the back seat, Lewis propped his head against the window while pinching his brows, his appearance seemingly threatening to kill whoever came close-just like a poisonous hedgehog. Phineas dared not make a single sound on the way, and only when they had arrived did he look back and softly say, "Sir, we're here."

Lewis opened his eyes but didn't get off. He pulled out a cigarette and silently started puffing on it in the car, deep in thought.

Phineas waited in silence.

After a while, Lewis abruptly said, "Get Conrad."

"Yes, sir! I'll do that immediately."

Lewis opened the car door. Upon getting out, he braved the rain toward the mansion without an umbrella.

Hearing footsteps, two dogs scuttled out from the kennel in the corner and dashed toward him while wagging their tails.

Lewis ignored them, but they didn't know better and kept pouncing at his heels.

He paused and shot them a glance.

Sensing his murderous intent, the dogs stared at Lewis for a while with tilted heads before scurrying several seconds later.

He withdrew his gaze and headed upstairs.

Soon, Conrad arrived. Phineas had already updated him on everything that had happened before he came, so he knew why Lewis wanted him.

He came to the study, knocked on the door, and entered. "You were calling for me, sir?"

Sitting at the desk, Lewis looked up at Conrad. "Is Kiran still absent?"

Conrad nodded. "Yes, he is. But it's nothing out of the ordinary since the company is taking a break."

Lewis asked again, "Have you checked the internet?"

"I checked it on my way here. Mr. Fowler is on it, but the news has garnered too much attention these two days. Mr. Fowler is still thinking of ways to get it off the internet."

Lewis smirked. "What a marvelous son he has."

Conrad dared not reply. After a short silence and not hearing anything from Lewis, he asked, "So... what's our next step?"