My Ex-husband Begs Me Back
Chapter 1203: Not Right

Chapter 1203: Not Right

Ayan held his phone to his ear, his eyes filled with cold indifference. His deep gaze looked out the window, lost in thought. After a moment, he said calmly, "Sharing the information with the police would only lead to him being taken in for questioning. Although all the evidence points to him, and we are certain that he is responsible, the police don't have any concrete evidence to prove it was him. No one witnessed him committing the acts firsthand, so it's impossible to bring him to justice. Even if he does end up in prison, how long do you think it will last? Once he's out, he'll continue what he started, just like now. In that case, I'd rather keep him out there."

By leaving Preston outside, Ayan could manipulate his fear of being caught by the police, creating public opinion. The more attention he garnered, the more Preston would have to hide and avoid showing his face. How could Preston accomplish anything under such circumstances?

With these thoughts in mind, a faint smile appeared on Ayan's lips. Preston was unaware that Ayan's people had been keeping a close eye on him. He felt safe staying at the orphanage. Naturally, he let his guard down.

However, he blamed everything that had happened today on Ayan. Moreover, Eileen had the audacity to claim in front of the police and the media that Ayan was behind it all. Compared to Eileen, who was either threatened or bribed by Ayan, Preston felt increasingly agitated. He cursed angrily, "Bitch! There will come a day when you regret this!" After Preston arrived, he went straight to the orphanage director's office. He had dinner, freshened up a bit, and then the director arrived. The director had also seen the online news and asked with concern, "How did this happen? How did Ranran get caught?"

"Don't worry about her. I'll be temporarily staying here with you. As for Eileen, you don't need to concern yourself either. She has completely betrayed me. From now on, I will handle everything on my own. I won't rely on her anymore, and whatever happens to her afterward has nothing to do with me. I've said it before, she's unreliable. She's just a love-struck fool who still believes Ayan has feelings for her and that she can rely on him. In reality, she's just being used.”

Preston grew angrier the more he spoke. His face was filled with fury, and his eyes showed his unhidden anger and hatred. The director wanted to console him, but before he could say anything, he was immediately rejected.

Preston said he wanted to rest and asked the director to leave. He was left alone in the office, but before the director left, he made sure to leave his phone behind. Preston couldn't use his own phone now, but he needed to make a call, so he had to borrow the director's.

After the director left, Preston picked up the phone and walked to the window. He glanced around, everything seemed normal, and a confident expression appeared on his face.

He dialed a number using the director's phone.

At the same time, in the Franklin Bay villa.

Ayan hadn't returned yet. Camille was feeling bored, so she followed the housekeeper to the kitchen. She personally made a fruit tea. The fruits had a great flavor recently, but she rarely ate them. She didn't want them to go bad in the refrigerator and go to waste, so she decided to make a fruit tea and send some to Sienna later.

Camille prepared all the fruits and divided them into several containers. She used 7-Up, jasmine tea, and coconut milk as the base to make three flavors of fruit tea. Camille rarely did this, but she learned from the internet. Nowadays, with the advanced internet, you can find anything online, and with just a simple search, you can find clear instructions for any recipe.

Camille was afraid of making mistakes, so she decided to taste a cup of each fruit tea flavor with the housekeeper. The housekeeper gave her a thumbs up and said, "The taste is really good, even better than what you can buy outside." Camille was pleased with the feedback and said, "Should I open a shop then?" The housekeeper agreed, saying that she would help manage the shop in the future.

With the housekeeper's approval, Camille felt more confident and continued making the fruit teas. It was actually quite simple-just mix various fruits with different beverages to create a delicious fruit tea. Since Ayan hadn't returned yet, Camille planned to bring some to Sienna. But just as she was about to leave with the fruit tea, her phone suddenly rang. She thought it might be Ayan, wondering if he wasn't planning to come back for dinner at this hour or if something else had come up. Since she had been following the events in the afternoon closely, she was certain it was Ayan calling.

However, when she picked up the phone, she realized it was an unfamiliar number she had never seen before. Camille furrowed her brows slightly, assuming it was a random call or some sort of advertisement. She rarely received such calls on her phone, so after hesitating for a couple of seconds, she decided to answer.

She brought the phone to her ear, placing the fruit tea she was holding on the side, and spoke in a low and indifferent tone, "Hello? Who's this?"

After Camille finished speaking, there was a long silence on the other end. She was briefly taken aback by the lack of response, feeling quite puzzled. In a somewhat exasperated tone, she said, "If you don't say anything, I'll hang up.”

She asked tentatively.

The person on the other end seemed to be contemplating something, but it wasn't until Camille's patience was nearly exhausted and she was about to hang up that the phone's receiver finally produced a voice. "It's me, Cami."

Preston's voice sounded slowly.

Camille narrowed her eyes slightly, a hint of coldness flashing through her gaze, as she asked, "What's the matter?"

Her tone was icy.

After everything that had happened, if she appeared too friendly, it would seem off. Camille had carefully considered her words before asking.

Preston asked in a low voice, "Cami, about the things online..."

“I've seen them all,” Camille replied indifferently. "Are those things true? Did you arrange for Eileen to get close to Ayan? Why didn't you tell me the truth earlier when you knew everything? Preston, what were you thinking? What were your intentions?"

Camille walked over to the sofa and sat down, leaning against it. Her whole demeanor exuded a cold indifference, as she calmly questioned him word by word.

Faced with her questioning, Preston remained composed and explained, "Cami, I didn't intentionally hide it from you. It was because Eileen disguised herself so well. You know her, she has been by Ayan's side for so many years. Do you really think she's that simple?"