My Accidental Husband Is My Revenge Partner - Chapter 351

Chapter 351: Is She Dead?
Both Maxwell and Ezekiel looked closely at Xavier’s monitor and noticed the little carving at the top of the coffin the corpse the woman was placed into. It was little but still noticeable.

Without wasting a single moment, Xavier forwarded the image to the other monitors in the room so they could all have a much better look.

“It is an odd carving,” Ezekiel commented, his eyes narrowing at the carving. “Xander seemed to have forgotten to edit this one out,” he added, fetching his phone and messaging a few people.

“He simply thinks he can just upload some lookalike to Anastasia and expect me to believe she is dead,” said Xavier.

Everyone got back to work and it didn’t take long before the coffin maker was found.

“It says here that he’s in Radiantia,” Maxwell informed, typing away on his keyboard.

Xavier was a little shocked but chose not to dwell on it. If the coffin maker was in Radiantia, did that mean Anastasia was there too? The thought unsettled him. Could she really have been right under his nose this whole time while he scoured the world searching for her? No, that didn’t make sense. Xander wouldn’t be reckless enough to keep her somewhere so easily accessible.

“You go home and rest while we search for the coffin maker,” Ezekiel insisted, ready to leave to head to his own to work on Anastasia’s disappearance and some personal issues.

“I’ll take care of things here,” Maxwell added.

Now that they’d got a clue after so long, Xavier wanted to turn down that idea of resting, but his body desperately screamed to have one.

He could easily nap in his hideout since he has a room with a bed but Maxwell had rejected that idea and saw to it that he went back home.

“I’ll be going now. If you find out anything, call me,” said Xavier.

“I won’t,” Maxwell replied with a shrug and Xavier gave him a quick glare before he and Ezekiel left and both went their ways.

Xavier arrived home late at night, exhausted from the long drive to and from the hideout. The hours spent on the road far outweighed the time he’d managed to spend in his mansion recently. Silence greeted him as he stepped inside, the usual faint noises of the servants absent. He figured they must have already retired for the night, leaving the house cloaked in silence.

He dragged his steps to the kitchen to grab himself a glass of water before he went back out only to find a sudden uninvited guest in his home.

“Just what are you doing here, father?” He questioned, making it evident in his harsh tone he didn’t want anything to do with the man at  that moment.

“Now, is that the way to greet your father?” Mr Wallace questioned, a smile stretching on his lips as he went to the couch to take a seat.

“That’s very much how I’ll speak to you since you came unannounced.” Now, Xavier could only wonder how he hadn’t heard the old man’s footsteps, his car honk, or the gates opening.

His presence in his house at this late hour was suspicious and he felt he needed to get his guard up even though it was just his father.

Mr Wallace gave a nonchalant shrug as he crossed his legs against one another, completely unbothered.

“I’m not going to say it again Father. Leave. My. House.” His tone dripped with anger that made Mr. Wallace subtly shiver in fright but made sure not to show he was intimidated by his son.

“I’m sure you saw the picture that was uploaded on the internet earlier today. That was Anastasia wasn’t it?” Mr Wallace made sure to sound sad after learning the outcome of his late daughter-in-law in the hands of her kidnapper. “She’s dead.”

This time, Xavier kept silent. He felt no need to inform his father of today’s findings or his belief that Anastasia wasn’t dead. Since his last visit to the Clark mansion, he’d resolved not to involve his father in any clues about Anastasia’s disappearance. It wasn’t as if his father would be of any help anyway. And there was still that lingering 5% chance that he had a hand in her kidnapping.

“Her death was shocking and I can’t help but wonder how Nora is taking the news,” Mr Wallace continued.

Xavier cursed in his mind, completely forgetting to visit the Clark couple and inform them of their clue. But he didn’t worry about it much. Ezekiel would do the needful.

“I know this might come out too soon but I think you should start looking for another wife.”

Forget about 5% chances. There was now a 10% chance that Mr Wallace was involved in Anastasia’s kidnapping.

Xavier didn’t react to his father’s words for a long time, which made Mr Wallace think Xavier was giving it some thought.

“Anastasia’s name has been tarnished since she was kidnapped. Cruel pictures of her pop on the internet from time to time, and now this…” He drawled, sounding frustrated and in pain. “Her death will break you if you don’t move on from it very soon.”

Then he stood up from the couch and walked up to Xavier who still hadn’t replied to any of his nonsense yet.

“Anastasia is dead, and I think it is high time you forget about her. Like I said, it’s too soon but if you want, I know a lot of influential people’s daughters that are good enough to stand by your side—”

“Kill all of your ideas of getting me remarried because it’s never going to happen. My heart longs to Anastasia and I’ll never give up until I find her,” he promised with gritted teeth.

Mr Wallace bit his cheeks, resisting the urge to laugh in Xavier’s face.

“You can go ahead and believe she’s dead. So now, you can leave my house.” He concluded, his tone firm and leaving no room for arguments.