Sir, Madam Dispeared Again After Divorce!

Chapter 121 Irrelevant

"Nothing,” Sydney closed her eyes and replied in a light voice. Material © NôvelDrama.Org.

When Julien saw that she was unwilling to speak, he pursed his lips and his expression turned cold. He then reached his hand into the car window.

"What are you doing?" Sydney looked at him in shock.

Julien did not answer. Instead, he reached for the door lock and unlocked it, then proceeded to open the car door.

"You..."

"Come out," Julien ordered.

Sydney remained in the car and refused to move." Why must I do as you say? Who are you to me? What exactly do you want?"

"Sit at the back. I'll send you to the hospital," Julien said.

Surprise flashed over Sydney's eyes, but she turned her head and said, “No need. I can go by myself."

"Are you still planning to drive in this state?" Julien asked coldly when he saw Sydney's pale face and cold sweat across her forehead.

This woman did not care about her own safety at all!

Sydney hugged her abdomen and sneered. "Whether

I'm driving or not is none of your business. Who are you to me?"

Julien was taken aback by her words and was at a loss.

He was unsure about their relationship himself.

He was only her ex-husband, and an ex-husband would be someone irrelevant.

When he thought about this, Julien somehow felt a little unwilling. "Even if I have nothing to do with you, any strangers wouldn't leave you alone in this state."

"President Flint, what a joke. I wouldn't reject a stranger's offer. But because the one offering help to me right now is you, I'll have to reject you. I think you better return to Ms.Madden." After Sydney said this, she pushed Julien away and closed the door.

Julien's face visibly darkened, and he was extremely upset.

She would rather let a stranger send her and not himself.

Did she hate him that much?

"Oh, right." Just as Sydney was about to drive off, she suddenly remembered something, and her expression changed. "President Flint, a motorcyclist snatched my handbag away earlier."

"Snatched?” Julien frowned.

So, she was chasing after a motorcyclist?

"That’s right." Sydney nodded and held his gaze. "My phone is in the bag, and I have the evidence of Lyra pushing me off the stairs in it. Just as I was about to enter the police station, my phone together with the evidence was coincidently stolen. Sure enough, the motorcyclist wasn't after my money, but the evidence. President Flint, does this have anything to do with you?"

Julien understood what she meant and pursed his lips. "Are you suspecting that I hired someone to snatch your bag?"

Sydney did not deny it. "You told me not to report this to the police, and you told me you'd protect Lyra.

Naturally, you're the prime suspect in this. Only three of us knew about the recording. If it wasn't you, then it must be Lyra. It has to be one of you."

"It’s not me," Julien tightened his fist as he said.

He did not have to use such methods just to protect Lyra.

Sydney raised her chin in realization. "Then, it must be Ms. Madden."

Julien wanted to say that Lyra might not have done it.

However, he hesitated and no words came out of his mouth.

Sydney said that the only ones who knew about the recording were the three of them. It was not him, so it could only be Lyra.

Julien was unsure if it was Lyra's core personality or the alternate one.

"What are you thinking about, President Flint?” Sydney narrowed her eyes when she looked at Julien.

Julien lowered his eyes. "Nothing."

Sydney sneered. "President Flint, I'm really puzzled. You agreed with me on reporting this to the police, so why did you change your mind? Can you explain this to me?"

Julien rubbed his eyebrows. "Lyra has dissociative identity disorder."

"What?" Sydney was momentarily taken aback.

Julien repeated himself once more.

Sydney heard him this time and felt that it was a joke. "Dissociative identity disorder? You actually believe this?"

Before Lyra had to go to jail, she was found to have this disorder.

What an odd coincidence.

"It's true." Julien had a serious look on his face. "Lyra didn't mean to target you repeatedly. She was influenced by her alternate personality. The one who pushed you off the stairs was also this alternate personality.”

"Do you think I'm stupid?" Sydney looked into Julien's eyes coldly. "Lying to me about this?"

"I didn't lie to you. Dr. Finn James came out with this diagnosis,” Julien said in a solemn tone.

Sydney was stunned. "The well-known Dr. Finn?”

"That’s right." Julien nodded.

Sydney was silent.

She never met Finn, but she had heard of his name. He was a rare genius in the James family. He graduated at eighteen and became an intern in the James Hospital. Within two years, he could perform surgeries alone. Every influential figure in the country wanted to make friends with him.

Six years ago, for an unknown reason, Finn suddenly suspended all his duties and decided to further his studies in neurology and psychology. He even frequently appeared in national television programs. Since he was the one who diagnosed Lyra, it should be real.

Sydney tightened her grip on the steering wheel. "So, what if Lyra has dissociative identity disorder? I want to put her behind bars.”

"Lyra cannot go to jail, or her condition will get worse,” Julien frowned as he said.

Sydney looked at him coldly. "So? What does that have to do with me? I want her to pay the price for her actions."

After saying that, Sydney rolled up the window and drove away.

Julien remained where he was, and he looked in the direction where Sydney left with a set of deep eyes. He said nothing.

On the way back to the police station.

Sydney had one hand on the steering wheel, and another on her abdomen. What an irony.

She knew exactly why Julien wanted to protect Lyra. It was simply because he loved her.

However, Sydney just could not accept the way he wanted her to give in to Lyra. Just what did he take Sydney for?

Soon enough, Sydney arrived at the police station.

Sydney did not get down the car right away. She sat for a while in the car until her pain settled a little before she got down. She walked straight into the police station and made a report.

She reported that her bag was snatched by a motorcyclist.

She wanted the police to get her bag back, and also catch the snatch thief.

On the other side, in the interrogation room.

Mrs. Madden was crying as she hugged Lyra. "I know you hate Sydney Raines, but how can you kill her?"

When the police called her to inform her that her daughter pushed Sydney down the stairs, Mrs. Madden almost fainted.

Lyra lowered her head with her eyes red. "Mum, sorry. I don't want to, but I just couldn't control myself."

"You..." Mrs. Madden sighed. She looked at Brandon Madden, who stood next to her. "Did you both not realize that Sydney Raines isn't a simple person? The few times you tried to target her, she easily turned the situation around, and even put you both into the police station. This shows that you both aren't her opponent at all."

Brandon rubbed his temples. "That scumbag Harry Raines indeed has a smart daughter."

When he said that, he was somehow envious.

"I don’t care. You both better stop targeting Sydney Raines, unless you figure a way out to completely destroy her so that she will not return. Otherwise, just stop everything. I don’t want to get any more phone calls from the police station saying that either one of you ends up here," Mrs. Madden covered her face and said while sobbing.

Brandon pulled her into his arms. "Don’t worry. I know.”