Chapter 262 That Night, He Was Just Lucky to Have Her
Scarlett's words struck Ambrose's heart with a dull ache.
"Ambrose, I don't want to investigate this. Just like four years ago, I don't want to know who did it." Her tone was unnervingly calm, nothing like how she usually reacted to trouble.
But Ambrose was too consumed by his churning emotions to notice that detail. After swallowing down the chaotic breath rising in his throat, he said coldly, "Why not investigate? Anyone who touches what's mine won't live to regret it."
"I'm not yours. I'm my own person. My business isn't yours to decide." Scarlett couldn't stand him treating her like his possession.
What gave him the right to decide her affairs?
Did he think what she said last time was just angry talk?
Ambrose already had nowhere to direct his frustration, and hearing her words made it clear she was drawing a line between them. He took a deep breath. "Scarlett, does it have to be like this? Those days, I didn't come home, it was because I was busy, not because I was with other women. Nothing is going on with anyone else."
Scarlett stared at him, realizing he was explaining about that photo. But honestly, with or without that photo, she didn't want to continue anymore. It was too exhausting.
"Actually, agreeing to your pursuit back then was rash of me. I thought I could move past the hurt from my last marriage, but I can't. I'm too sensitive—the slightest ripple and I can't control my emotions. You're tired, I'm tired. Let's cool off for a while. During this time, don't come to Lakeside Garden."
Some things needed to be said clearly. Without clarity, the endless entanglement would only create more trouble.
Ambrose stared at her steadily. Her expression was resolute, leaving no room for negotiation—she was determined to cut things off with him.
He let out a cold laugh. "You found the child, so I'm no longer useful to you?"
"Do you think a clean break is even possible? You want to live with both kids? That's impossible."
"If I could, of course, I'd want to live with both children. But since you won't agree, let's go back to how it was—I'll take our daughter, you take our son."
Ambrose ran his tongue along his teeth and gave a cold snort. The look in his eyes turned shadowy and chilling as he said, "Don't even think about it."
"If you don't want to investigate, fine, we won't."
After saying this, he turned and left without looking at her. But at the doorway, he added, "Get some rest."
With those words, he disappeared from the doorway.
Her mind in turmoil, she sat down on the edge of the bed. Things between them had reached a stalemate. Judging by his attitude, there was no way he'd give her what she wanted.
She could only take things one step at a time.
Then her thoughts turned to how she should use the evidence in her hands.
If she brought it out now, it would probably alert them. What she wanted was for the Mitchell family to fall completely. If she only got Octavia sent to jail, Indigo had the resources to get her out.
After thinking it over, she called Vaughn. When he answered, Vaughn asked about last night's incident, and Scarlett described it in passing, keeping her tone light.
"I'm fine. Someone saved me—I wasn't hurt at all."
Only then did Vaughn relax. Then he heard her say, "Vaughn, you don't need to investigate what happened to me four years ago anymore. I've got the evidence."
Vaughn was surprised. "You got it?"
Scarlett hummed softly in confirmation, then told him that Ulysses had given her the evidence. As for why Ulysses gave her this evidence, she attributed it to his revenge against Indigo.
"But if we send Octavia to jail now, it'll tip them off. So let's hold onto this evidence for now. When we've all gathered proof of Indigo's crimes, we'll bring out the evidence together and take down both father and daughter in one sweep."
Vaughn agreed with her reasoning. Scarlett also instructed him not to let Ambrose know about this.
"Vaughn, I don't want Ambrose's people following me. Can you help me find two bodyguards?"
Vaughn had no problem with that, but he also sensed that something had gone wrong between the two of them.
"What happened between you two?"
Scarlett smiled and said, "Even though he's my children's father, sometimes I feel like I can't depend on him for everything. That makes me lose my voice in things, and people will look down on me."
Vaughn agreed with this. Couples still needed boundaries. Although they had children together, they hadn't been together long and didn't really understand each other yet—they needed to maintain a certain sense of boundaries in all aspects.
"I'll send people over."
"Scarlett, the Boleyn family may be very wealthy, but you're not lacking either. Don't shortchange yourself, ever."
"I know."
Scarlett felt touched—only Vaughn cared about her this much.
"Vaughn, when are you going to find a girlfriend? Mr. Philip and Mrs. Philip are getting anxious." She laughed, steering the conversation toward his personal life.
Vaughn chuckled softly. "With my profession, where would I find time to date? I'd rather not drag someone else into this mess."
"Vaughn, that attitude won't do. You make such a noble profession sound shady. Lots of girls like military men—you've got to give them a chance."
After chatting for a bit longer, they ended the call. Scarlett lay on the bed, thinking about how to find Vaughn a girlfriend.
At seven in the evening, Ambrose walked into the Four Seasons Hotel and headed straight for the top floor. As he stepped out of the elevator, Chase came up to him.
"I asked him, but he won't say."
Ambrose nodded and strode into the room where Ulysses was being held. Ulysses sat in a chair drinking, and when he saw Ambrose appear, he smiled lightly.
"Mr. Boleyn, why such a grand gesture, inviting me here? What's the good news?"
Ambrose didn't bother with small talk and asked directly, "Last night from nine PM to two AM—where were you?"
Ulysses narrowed his eyes. "Why are you asking where I was? Why should I tell you?"
"I have plenty of ways to make you talk." Ambrose's simple statement dripped with threat.
Ulysses smiled. "Why are you asking where I was? Did I steal something from you?"
Ambrose picked up a knife and pressed it against Ulysses's neck, radiating lethal intent. "My patience is limited."
Seeing this, Ulysses knew that not cooperating would cost him, so he stopped playing games.
"Actually, telling you is no big deal. Last night I went to a club in Luminous City and hired a few girls. Spent the whole night there."
"Want me to describe what happened in the room?"
Ambrose ignored him and asked, "Do you have witnesses?"
"The club staff can vouch for me. And of course, those girls can testify too."
Ambrose stared at him coldly, then looked at Chase. Chase got the message, turned, and left to investigate.
"Verify it first. If what you're saying is true, I'll let you go."
"I'm curious why you're asking all this. Did something of yours really get stolen during that time?"
Ambrose didn't respond to his question. Instead, he poured himself a drink and sipped it casually.
Ulysses also stood up and walked over. "Looks like you're in a bad mood. Must've had a fight."
Ambrose still didn't acknowledge him. Ulysses continued talking to himself, "You just got lucky, that's all."
The luck he referred to was that night four years ago. If that group of people hadn't put Scarlett in the wrong room, Ambrose never would have had her, nor would he have had those two children.