Mr. Conrad Proposes to His Ex-wife Again novel Chapter 952

After Daphne took a shower, she sat in the living room, writing a press release based on her interview for Steve today.

However, she reached a plateau before she could get halfway through.

In Steve's interview, he described himself as a good husband who loved his wife and was responsive to her needs. Still, according to his wife's friend, Steve made it a rule that his wife could only go out with her friends once a month and no more than one hour per time.

In addition, Steve drove his wife to and from the house, not letting her stay a minute longer with her friend.

The friend said that Steve's wife, initially a friendly, cheerful and optimistic person, had slowly become sullen and uncommunicative since she married.

The wife of Steve was always seen to have bruises. However, she explained that she had accidentally bumped.

As time went on, the friend noticed something was wrong, but Steve's wife was tight-lipped about it.

After all, this was her family matter, so they didn't get involved too much.

Daphne stared at the computer while the recording continued to play, expressing Steve's grief at the unexpected death of his wife.

Facing such a Janus-faced person, how painful it must have been for his wife.

Not long after, Daphne heard the doorbell ring.

She hastily turned off the recorder and then pulled the door open, asking with surprise and confusion. "Donald?"

Donald said in a low voice, "Did I wake you up?"

Daphne glanced back at the computer, "No, I'm still working."

She took a step back, "Come in."

Daphne closed the door and said as she walked towards the sofa, "You're just in time. I was just thinking that if you have time, could you please give an interview about Steve's case?"

Donald sat on the sofa and looked at his wristwatch, "It's late. Are you sure?"

Daphne checked the time and realized it was pretty late, still a few minutes short of zero.

She apologized, "Sorry, I was so focused on my work. Can I make an appointment with you now?"

"It's not impossible now, but you have to answer a question."

Daphne slightly tilted her head, looking puzzled, gesturing for him to ask.

Donald glanced at the pendant on the coffee table, picked it up, and slowly said, "Whose is it?"

Daphne did not expect him to suddenly come over here in the middle of the night asking this, stunned before saying, "Why are you suddenly…."

Donald put away the pen cap and held it in his palm, saying firmly, "It should be mine if I remember correctly, right?"

The entire room fell silent.

Daphne's gaze dodged a few times, losing a train of thought.

A few years ago, her father had been slandered and had reached the point of no return, whether the lawyers or anyone else were unwilling to help them.

Daphne watched her father, who had been honest and kind, knelt in front of others countless times, and what he got were refusal and apathy.