Chapter 407

Winford remained unaffected, his face devoid of expression. “Do you know nothing at all?” He produced the label. “Then what about this?”

When Ophelia saw the two sentences, she was initially confused, but then she noticed the signature, and her expression froze. – Caldwell. This surname was so rare, and coincidentally, she had just saved someone!

Another jade pendant appeared before his eyes. The force in Winford’s hand seemed gentle, yet it appeared as if he wanted to crush the entire piece of jade.

“What a great favor for saving my life!” His voice lacked warmth. “No wonder; even the jade pendant I’ve worn for so long, I am willing to give it to you.” He glanced at her, his eyes and tone exuding extreme danger. “Did Lia like this gift?”

He presented the jade pendant. “Do you want me to put it on for you? So as not to disappoint someone’s good intentions.”

Ophelia was terrified and felt deeply wronged; it was like snow in June! “Honey, I wasn’t familiar with him!” she cried, throwing herself into his arms, angrily and aggrievedly complaining, “We only exchanged a few words!”

Suddenly, a cold laugh rang out, a hint of gritted teeth in it. “Huh, it seems Lia made a deep impression on people, and even remembered having a conversation with him!”

Ophelia choked, rendered speechless. “No, no! I just have a good memory!”

“Is that so?” Winford clearly didn’t believe her; his face remained terrifying. How could it be possible not to be familiar when the other person sent such a precious jade pendant and wrote such an ambiguous and hopeful note?

Winford exerted all his strength to barely suppress his inner rage and anger, refraining from lashing out at her. Ophelia was anxious, her only thought being self-defense. Without hesitation, she blurted out, “I was just one of those from National Medical School who treated him that day; apart from that, I had no contact with him!”

“Where I usually went and how long I stayed, don’t you already know, husband? Except for that day, I never had a chance to even interact with him!”

“This Mr. Caldwell might have just been grateful that I saved him, with no other intentions…”

She defended herself, but Winford suddenly froze. Ophelia didn’t notice anything unusual and tugged at his clothes, eagerly wanting him to believe, “Husband…”

“Do you know?” Winford spoke, his voice stiff and hoarse.

“What do you know?” Ophelia didn’t react immediately.

“I knew where you went and how long you stayed,” Winford said softly, touching her ear with his finger.

Ophelia froze, looking up with confusion. She had known for a long time he had installed surveillance on her phone—she knew it on the first day—but she had always pretended otherwise. Unexpectedly, she had let it slip!

“Husband…” she said, embarrassed, carefully looking at him. “I, I knew…” she said softly.

Winford paused for two seconds. “When?”

She became even more embarrassed: “…the first day.”

Winford remained silent for a longer time. Ophelia felt uneasy and hugged his waist, hastily saying, “It’s just surveillance; it means nothing to me, because that person is you.”