After all, in these ten years, he had given everything to Agnes.
No matter what he did now, she wouldn’t leave him.
With that conviction, his gaze hardened.
Although he had told Agnes yesterday to attend today’s wedding, in truth, he had never intended for her to come.
As long as she got into the car accident, he could use the opportunity to fulfill his promise to Lynzee—to make Agnes completely lose the ability to conceive.
That way, she wouldn’t appear at the wedding.
And once he soothed her afterward, everything would return to normal.
Thinking of this, Ridley glanced at his phone again, waiting for someone to send word.
But before the message arrived, Lynzee appeared before him, her smile as sweet as honey.
“Ridley, the wedding’s about to start. Let’s get ready to walk in.”
Ridley frowned and gave a curt nod.
The very next second, his phone rang.
Unable to hide his impatience, he answered it at once.
The venue was filled with lively noise, voices and laughter blending into a chaotic hum.
Yet through it all, he heard the voice on the other end with chilling clarity.
“S-Sir, the car you sent… it exploded. Ma’am Agnes was in there—”
