Chapter 1188 It’s All in the Past Now

Bianca remained uneasy. She gently tugged Luke's shirt sleeve and said, "I know that I'm at fault,

Luke. I can explain.”

Luke pulled his arm away and said, "I've already dealt with the aftermath. You'd better not contact

that reporter again.”

"Yes." Bianca suddenly had the urge to grab onto something, but Luke had already left.

He did not ask her why she had contacted the reporter or why someone was harboring the reporter.

It was as though the incident was not related to her at all.

Even so, Bianca could clearly feel that Luke's attitude toward her had become more distant.

She knew that if she listened to what he said and did nothing, Luke would only grow more distant

from her.

She closed the door, took off her clothes, and looked at her back in the mirror. After one night, her

wounds were already healing, even though it was still quite painful

Using a cotton swab, she slowly applied the medication to her wounds. After that, she changed into

a fresh set of clothes and went downstairs to find that Luke and the children had already left.

"Good morning, Madam. Do you want breakfast?" The butler was quite surprised to see Bianca rise

so early.

"Mm." She nodded and sat down at the dining table.

After breakfast, Bianca left Crawford Manor in her car.

Old Master Crawford sat in the living room and listened to the butler read the reporter's

announcement to him.

His elderly gaze narrowed after the butler finished reading. "Did the announcement say who was

the mastermind behind the scandal?"

The butler shook his head. "I don't think so. It seems like the reporter took great pains not to

mention the identity of the mastermind.”

"I wonder if Luke has become soft?" Old Master Crawford might be asking a question, but the

accusatory implications were clear.

The butler was silent. Luke told him that he had dealt with the incident, but he did not explain much

about what he did, and the announcement did not mention anything about the mastermind.

Was Luke trying to harbor the mastermind?

Old Master Crawford chuckled. There was a hint of lucidity in his laughter, as though he knew what

was going on. "Did Bianca leave?"

"Yes. Madam left after breakfast.” The butler put the tablet away and massaged Old Master

Crawford's shoulders.

Old Master Crawford narrowed his gaze. "Did she say where she was going?"

"She didn't.” The butler shook his head. He was only a worker in the household, and he had no right

to ask his employer about their whereabouts.

Old Master Crawford saw that the kettle was boiling on the portable stove. He raised his hand, and

the butler stopped massaging him.

The elderly man leaned forward and poured the boiling water into the teapot. In a few seconds, the

invigorating fragrance of the tea filled the entire living room.

He poured a cup of tea and continued, "I've heard that Queenie has been poisoned, and that's why

her health has been poor.”

It was hard to keep secrets in the upper circles of society. Even if Luke did not tell him about

Queenie, he somehow knew about it.

"Yes. Allegedly, her adopted daughter was the one who had poisoned her," the butler replied.

"Who would have guessed?” Old Master Crawford picked up the teacup and gently blew on it,

creating ripples on the surface. "Is there any evidence that she did it?"

"Unfortunately, no.” The butler shook his head and continued, "It seems like the Normans aren't

interested in pursuing the matter either.”

"Even if there's no evidence, it doesn't mean that she didn't do it. I'm sure that Jack just doesn't

want her daughter to come back.” Old Master Crawford understood that the Normans’ adoptive

daughter was notorious in the upper circles. Even if she did not do it, they would certainly pin it on

her.

The butler nodded and refilled Old Master Crawford's teacup. "You're absolutely right.”

Old Master Crawford narrowed his gaze. "Jack's wife is quite lucky, too. She somehow met a

stranger who correctly diagnosed her problem. Do you think that I'll be as lucky?"

The butler was taken aback. "You're still healthy, Old Master Crawford. You'll definitely live up to a

hundred years old.”

"Heheh, you're ever the charmer.” Old Master Crawford chuckled and finished the cup of tea.

Meanwhile, Bianca drove her car to Watson Biopharmaceuticals.

The reporter had announced that the scandal was fabricated, so Luca instantly lost all

newsworthiness. No reporters were staking outside the building.

Bianca did not have an access card. She could only park her car at the roadside.

She wanted to go into the building, but a barrier stood in her way. She could only go and look for

the security.

"I want to go upstairs,” Bianca said.

"Please fill in this form." The security guard handed her a blank form and a pen.

Bianca was about to lose her temper. She was the wife of the CEO, so why did she have to register

to enter the building?

However, she stopped herself. It was normal that the security guard did not recognize her because

she was not at T Corporation. Luke did not have a good impression of her now, so she should not

make him hate her even more.

Bianca took the pen and filled up her name, phone number, and time of visit.

"Is that okay?" She handed the form back to the security guard.

The security guard glanced at the form. “The name sounds very familiar..." he thought to himself.

He pointed at the blank column. "You haven't written the department you wish to visit."

"I'm looking for Ivana. Which department is she in?" Bianca took the pen again and realized that she

did not know where Ivana was working. After all, it was her first time visiting a pharmaceutical

company.

"I don't recognize that name. There are so many people in the company, I can't remember them all,"

the security guard said while shaking his head.

"You must know her. She's the star of a recent scandal. I believe she's a researcher here. Which

department is that?" Bianca tried to keep her temper down. On any other day, the security guard

would have already lost his job.

"Oh, you mean Dr. Craw?" The security guard understood, but he looked at Bianca warily. "Don't tell

me that you're a reporter!"

"I'm the wife of your boss!" Bianca could not take it anymore. She threw the pen at the table.

"You're..." the security guard's eyes widened. Indeed, their CEO's wife was called Bianca Rayne. No

wonder he thought that she looked familiar.

He took out his access card and opened the gate for her. "I'm sorry, Mrs. Crawford! I didn't know it

was you!"

Bianca glared at him and stepped into the building with large strides. That stretched the wounds on

her back, and she could not help but grimace. Feeling that everyone's eyes were on her, she

continued to walk forward while pretending that nothing happened.