My Ex-husband Begs Me Back novel Chapter 1396

Chapter 1396: Testing

This was Kian's first thought, if there was nothing to hide, why rush to leave?

Ayan's expression also turned solemn, he squinted his eyes and asked in a flat tone, "When are you leaving?"

"The flight is scheduled for tomorrow evening."

"Alright, I understand. Keep an eye on her, as soon as she leaves her current residence, have someone follow her immediately, she should not leave our sight for a second. If it's inconvenient to watch her in the bathroom, specifically find a female to keep an eye on her."

"Okay, Mr. Simpson, I know what to do." Kian responded promptly, and then went on to talk about some work-related matters at Simpson Group. These past couple of days, due to the Armstrong family's situation, even Daisy and Kerry were neglected. Kerry had just arrived in Hance City, so the public relations director from Simpson Group was assigned to take them sightseeing. However, Daisy hadn't seen Ayan in several days, so naturally she came to Kian to inquire about Ayan's condition.

At this moment, Kian whispered to Ayan, "Mr. Simpson, Daisy has contacted me. She wants to know if you have time tomorrow to discuss the contract details of the collaboration project with her and Kerry at Simpson Group."

With a low and indifferent tone, Ayan responded, "Have them come to Simpson Group around nine o'clock tomorrow morning."

"Alright, I got it."

"That's all for now."

"Okay."

Ayan didn't say anything more, he just ended the call and put down his phone.

Camille glanced at him and asked, "What did Kian say?"

Ayan replied, "That woman has booked a ticket to leave the country."

"When? Is she going alone?"

"No, she's taking the child with her. The flight is tomorrow night, but whether she's really leaving or not is still uncertain," Ayan said calmly.

Camille also raised an eyebrow, then glanced at Grace instinctively and said, "Leaving tomorrow night, why the rush? Did the Armstrong family give her any information?"

"No, Kian has instructed the people watching over the Armstrong family not to give her any chance to contact them. I also checked your father's phone messages, there were no reminders. I suspect she's feeling guilty, sensing that things are difficult to handle, so she wants to escape," Ayan explained.

"Is she planning to leave with the child to shift all responsibility onto him?" Camille chuckled lightly, with a hint of mockery in her eyes.

Sienna chimed in, "Is this woman planning to empty all the money and leave? With the person gone, Uncle Armstrong will get nothing! Isn't that plain stupid?"

Sienna finished with a giggle, then stuck out her tongue, glancing at Grace out of the corner of her eye. "Grace, sorry, I couldn't help it."

Grace pursed her lips and shook her head, "It's okay, you don't have to apologize. He is him, I am me. Since the moment he betrayed us, we are no longer a family. So, what he does has nothing to do with me."

There was a hint of sarcasm in Ayan's tone.

Camille, understanding his tone, instinctively tugged at Ayan's arm, signaling for him to be more restrained. Ayan wouldn't hesitate to speak his mind, saying exactly what he thought, without any sugar-coating it for anyone.

Ayan gave Camille a look of aggrievement, but she ignored him, turning to Grace, "Calling her now would be more appropriate, sooner rather than later, what's wrong with being direct? If she's willing to take the risk to meet you, it means she's testing the waters. If she's not interested, then she's afraid of you finding out."

"Alright, I understand, I'll call her now," Grace said.

Grace immediately picked up her phone, sat down, and dialed her aunt's number.

The call went through instantly, but there was no immediate answer from the other end. Yet, Grace remained patient, waiting in silence along with everyone else.

After what seemed like ten seconds, and just as Grace thought the call wouldn't be answered, a voice came through the phone, "Grace? Is that you?"

Upon hearing the familiar voice of the woman, Grace paused. Hatred flickered in her eyes, and her emotions began to rise.

Consciously trying to control herself, she pressed her lips together, her voice low as she replied, "Aunt, it's me."

She made an effort to sound slightly hoarse and solemn, saying, "Aunt, I want to see you. I don't understand why my mother's situation has turned out like this. I have some insights, and I want to talk to you because you are the closest to my mother, she trusts you the most. She must be hoping you can help her, right?"