Love Contract

Chapter 358 Extra Story Look For His Love (Part One)

Upon hearing the news that Frank had returned, William and Mary were surprised, but at the same time thought it made sense.

Who else could have released the video? He was the only one who knew about it.

William had called his men to deal with this matter. Mary was so anxious that she paced back and forth, not listening to a word they were saying.

All of a sudden, she turned to William and said, "No, I can't be here. I'd better go to see Ena. You..."

"I'll go and find Frank." William finished her sentence.

Mary's body stiffened. She had been uncertain about saying it, but she just nodded dully. "All right." Content is © 2024 NôvelDrama.Org.

"Mary..." Heaving a sigh, William hugged her. "Since he's back at this critical moment, I have to figure out the truth, don't I?"

Mary nodded. "Yes, I know. But I just don't understand. If it is really him, what is his purpose? Did he come back to take revenge on you after a year? Or..."

"What are you worried about?" William held Mary more tightly. "Even if he's back for good, it changes nothing. And if he really did want revenge, why did he target Victor? I need to know the reason." The more he thought about it, the more he felt that Frank couldn't be the culprit.

"Okay. Then I'll go and see Ena first." "Okay. And don't worry. Just call me if anything happens," William said reassuringly.

Then, the two of them parted ways. William drove to Frank's villa.

The villa was completely deserted.

The flowers and plants outside had withered, and the floor and the furniture were covered with a thick layer of dust.

Frank only had his bedroom cleaned up since he wasn't planning to stay long. He intended to continue looking for Corbett.

As he sat in the wheelchair and looked at the scenery outside the French window, his mind slowly drifted away.

A year ago, he had woken up from a car accident and been told that his legs were badly injured. Even if he went through physical therapy, he wouldn't be able to regain proper control of his legs. He could only spend the rest of his life in a wheelchair.

William had visited him once, but only in a hurry. He hadn't stayed for long.

Lying on the hospital bed then, he had thought of death, revenge, and perishing with them.

One particular night, the moon had been shining bright, and Corbett had slipped into his ward like a ghost.

"It's so late. Why aren't you sleeping?" Corbett was leaning against the window with his arms crossed. He had a faint smile on his face.

"Why are you here?" Frank was shocked.

"Why else do you think? I'm here to see you." Corbett walked towards his bed slowly. When he saw the cast on his legs, a flicker of anger appeared in his eyes. "Can you feel your legs?"

"No. But that's good, I don't want to feel pain," Frank replied with a self-mocking smile.

"Has William Lan come to see you?" Corbett sat on the edge of the bed and asked.

"Probably once," Frank said indifferently. The car accident had been a blessing in disguise. Because of that, he had finally seen what William's attitude towards him was.

"I can't let anyone treat my treasure badly," Corbett said, pinching his cheek with an evil smile on his face. "How about I teach him a lesson for you?"

"Fuck off! Don't touch me." Frank shook off his hand with a cold expression.

Shrugging, Corbett said, "I have a big job to do. After that, I'll wash my hands off all these things. But lately, I've had a bad feeling. The police have started targeting me. I don't know if I'll be able to live a peaceful life."

"A peaceful life?" Frank echoed with a light smile. He wanted a peaceful life too, but no one could give him that anymore.

"Let me take you away. Where do you want to go? To Norway? You can have a peaceful life there," Corbett said with his eyes lit up. "I don't mind you being disabled."

"Fuck off! Who wants to go with you, Corbett?" Frank retorted.

Instead of bickering with him, Corbett said, "Frank Liang."

He had never called him by his full name before,

but hearing it now, Frank thought that it sounded pleasant to his ears.

"What if I died?” Corbett asked, leaning over with a curious look in his eyes.

"If you were dead, no one would bother me anymore," Frank replied, turning his face away nonchalantly.

"What I'm going to do this time is very dangerous." Corbett's voice was low and serious. Frank felt a sting of worry in his heart, but he just glared at Corbett and said,

"Tell me, what have you done until now that wasn't dangerous? Didn't you always come back safe and sound? You'd better leave now. I want to sleep."

The corners of Corbett's mouth curved up slightly. "Okay. Sleep tight. Good night." After that, he sat there without moving.

Frank looked at him incredulously before lying down with a huff. "Get out of here!"

"Okay," Corbett said, but he still didn't move.

Frank closed his eyes but, knowing that Corbett was sitting right there watching him, he couldn't fall asleep. He opened his eyes just a crack. Looking at the shadow of Corbett's tall figure falling on his quilt in the moonlight, he couldn't tell what he was feeling inside.

After a long time, the shadow disappeared, filling him with a hint of indescribable disappointment.

After that, Frank spent several days drowning in boredom. There was nothing exciting about recuperating from an injury, and sometimes, he felt a little pain in his legs.

Corbett never came to see him again, making him feel as if his sudden visit that night had been nothing but an illusion.

It was not until his father told him that he learned of William's injury.

"He got injured? Is it serious?" Frank asked worriedly.

"I heard that his wife and his children were kidnapped,"

Felipe explained with a sigh. "He was shot twice when he went there to save them, and I don't know whether he is dead or alive." "How about I teach him a lesson for you?"

Corbett's words that night under the moonlight suddenly echoed in Frank's mind. His eyes widened in shock. 'Was Corbett really stupid enough to kidnap Mary?'

Unable to take the suspense, he immediately asked someone to investigate.

"Sir, it's true that the members of the Shadow Organization kidnapped Mary and a few kids. Both sides had casualties, and the Interpol were alerted. The young lord of the Shadow Organization fell into the sea after being shot and was confirmed dead."

'Fell into the sea? Confirmed dead? No way!'

Hearing that, Frank froze on the bed. These words were like a bolt from the blue. His head buzzed noisily, as if it was about to crack and split in two.

He had never imagined that that arrogant man could die so easily. How was it even possible? Nothing had happened to him even when he was dealing with the drug trafficker in Thailand. How could he have died so easily? No! He must have escaped! He was a man who lived on the edge of a knife. Frank just couldn't believe or accept this news at all. He was sure that Corbett was trying to scare him on purpose.

As time passed, he acted as if he had heard nothing.

It was not until the third day that he suddenly knocked over the lunch brought in by the nurse. He had finally managed to digest the news, but it filled him with nothing but rage and sadness. With red eyes, he roared, "I want to leave the hospital!"

Then, Frank wheeled himself to the Western Sea Trestle. From all the way up here, he felt as if he could see traces of the fight that day on the vast sea before him.

The cold wind pierced his skin, but he didn't notice it at all. Around him, there seemed to be nothing but the roaring of the waves. Despite hearing from everyone that Corbett's dead body lay at the bottom of the sea, Frank couldn't bring himself to believe it.

"Corbett!"

he roared to the sea, clenching his fists so hard that his blue veins protruded out of his skin. But other than the roaring waves, he heard nothing in response. As the cold sea breeze blew across his face, he felt something warm slip out of the corner of his eyes, wetting his cheek. His heart was utterly empty.