Chapter 139 Mr. Brown, Don't Act Like You've Caught Someone in the Act
"Ethan?" William raised an eyebrow.
Finn nodded.
As William took the phone, he had an ominous feeling, vaguely sensing that this call from Ethan wasn't going to be simple.
"Mr. Brown! You need to come here!" On the other end, Ethan looked at Thalia sitting in front of him with a headache, scratching his head. His already receding hairline seemed to move back even further under his hand.
"Come where?" William asked, confused.
Ethan took a deep breath: "The police station!"
"If you have something to say, say it. If not, I'm hanging up."
"Ms. Smith dislocated someone's arm, and now they've made a scene at the police station. Are you coming or not?" Ethan said helplessly. There were so many cases in the world, but whenever he saw Thalia, he knew things were never simple.
Every time Thalia came to the police station, it was never simple.
Hearing Ethan's "are you coming or not?", Thalia got angry. She reached out, signaling Ethan to give her the phone.
"Mr. Brown is planning to pretend he doesn't know me."
"If you don't help me, I'll hunt you down to the ends of the earth."
"Thalia, who did you get into a conflict with this time?" William signaled Finn to grab their things and prepare to leave. He held the phone while heading to the elevator.
"My ex-boyfriend," Thalia said, holding the phone and flicking her nails, speaking casually with a hint of indifference.
Hearing "my ex-boyfriend," William paused: "Walter?"
"Yes."
.........
"Ms. Smith is really something, always having William come help her."
"Jealous?"
Ethan looked at Thalia and nodded: "Jealous."
"If you're jealous, why don't you make me a cup of coffee?"
Ethan knew what Thalia was like and didn't take it to heart. He reached for a disposable cup nearby, sprinkled in some instant coffee from who knows when, then walked over to the water dispenser and added hot water.
A cheap coffee smell wafted over, drifting into Thalia's nose.
"This..." She was about to complain, but Ethan interrupted her: "Ms. Smith, maybe you should consider keeping some good coffee here? With how often you come to the police station, you'd finish it pretty quickly."
"We're old classmates after all, don't be shy. I'll definitely keep it safe for you."
Thalia pulled at the corner of her mouth: "With your salary of four thousand five hundred dollars a month, you can't afford coffee that costs four thousand five hundred dollars per pound."
"Just think about it."
"What? Are pipe dreams now an exclusive privilege for you rich people?"
Thalia shrugged: "I didn't say that."
When William arrived, he saw Thalia sitting in a chair, her slender arm resting on the armrest, head lowered, revealing her perfect neck, staring at the disposable cup in front of her as if something inside was attracting her attention.
Ethan was busy with another case, explaining something to someone. Seeing William arrive but having no time to deal with him, he just pointed at Thalia, telling him to go over first.
"What are you looking at?"
William's sudden voice came from behind. Thalia didn't bother turning around: "Looking at the coffee Ethan made me."
"What's so interesting about it?"
"Seeing just how cheap it is."
"100-degree water can't dissolve this coffee. Tell me, is this coffee good or bad?" Thalia pondered this question. William didn't want to answer.
"This coffee might be like you, not afraid of boiling water."
Thalia: ......... Was he insulting her?
This jerk was mocking her?
Thalia slowly looked up, glancing at William with resentful eyes: "How does your 37-degree mouth say such cold words?"
"How does your 36-degree heart do such cold and heartless things?"
"Where am I being cold and heartless? Mr. Brown, you need evidence when you speak."
William smirked and let out a cold laugh, bending down and leaning toward Thalia's ear: "Already married but still tangled up with your ex-boyfriend. That's one thing, but then you drag your husband into it. And you still say you're not cold and heartless?"
"You........" Thalia was angry. She suddenly turned to stand up, but was pressed down by a large hand.
William leaned down and continued speaking near her ear: "Mrs. Brown, this makes me feel quite incompetent, like I haven't satisfied you or taken good care of you."
"Also, you might not know this, but most men in this world are selfish and petty. No man wants to see his wife entangled with her ex-boyfriend, even if it's not a good kind of entanglement."
Thalia laughed in anger: "William, you know what? I really regret now that I twisted Walter's shoulder instead of yours."
"You two..........."
Ethan finished handling his business and walked toward them. Seeing the two whispering with their heads lowered, he was about to say something when he saw William pull Thalia's hand, making her stand up from the chair, half-dragging, half-carrying her out of the police station and into the car.
"The matter isn't resolved yet........"
"Ethan, I'll handle the rest."
Ethan was about to chase after them, but Angelina blocked his way, stopping him.
"Are they really together? The way William looked at Thalia today was different from before."
"How was it different?" Angelina was curious. Were police instincts this sharp?
"William clearly looked like someone who loves but can't have, or is about to be abandoned."
Accurate!
Angelina applauded Ethan in her heart.
The car drove all the way back to Mistwood Hill.
As soon as Finn stopped the car, William pushed open the door and got out, slamming it particularly hard.
Thalia followed behind and muttered "crazy."
"Mrs. Brown."
"What?"
"Have you had dinner?"
"No," Thalia changed into slippers and entered the house. Fallon took her bag, and Isla brought in her suitcase.
As soon as she entered, she saw William standing at the dining room door, holding a glass of ice water, staring at her with resentful eyes and a hint of displeasure.
"Not going to explain?"
Thalia scoffed: "Explain what? Mr. Brown, don't act like you just caught someone cheating."
Isla's hand pushing the suitcase froze, and the suitcase fell to the ground.
Should she be hearing this?
Should she get a membership or something?
Just as she was about to crouch down and listen to the gossip, an arm reached over and pulled her out of the room.
"Fallon?" Isla looked confused. Not listening to gossip? Wasn't that crazy?
"Isla," Fallon said seriously, "it's better not to know too much about the masters' business."
"Someone in Emerald City said you and Walter are back together."