My Ex-husband Begs Me Back
Chapter 947: Tough Situation

Chapter 947: Tough Situation

"Mr. Simpson, please don't make baseless accusations. I haven't doneanything,” Preston shrugged, wearing a nonchalant expression thatclearly denied any wrongdoing.

Preston's primary objective for tonight was to give Ayan a lesson and areminder. He wanted Ayan to understand that he wasn't easy to messwith, and he certainly wouldn't tolerate Ayan's actions without anyreaction.

With his mission accomplished, Preston had no intention of lingering. Inhis mind, Ayan was a cunning individual with a devious mind. He chosea section of road without surveillance cameras, fearing repercussions.Preston had scouted this road repeatedly for several days until he wasconfident enough to act tonight.

Ayan obviously hadn't anticipated this. Preston fixated his gaze onAyan with a triumphant grin. He raised an eyebrow provocatively,taunting, "If Mr. Simpson is dissatisfied, feel free to investigate. After all,isn't the Simpson family known for falsely accusing others? It's acommon tactic for the your family.”

With his point made, Preston turned and strolled toward his van. Hisdeparture was marked by an air of arrogance, emphasizing hisaudacity.

He climbed into his car and drove away. Ayan watched him leave andlet out a faint, indifferent chuckle. He then dialed Kian's number.

When Kian arrived, he saw Ayan leaning against a tree, smoking acigarette. Ayan's expression could be best described as devoid of anyemotions, and Kian could feel an undeniable chill radiating from him ashe approached.

Reaching Ayan, Kian glanced at him and asked in a low voice, "Mr.Simpson, what exactly happened?"

He had received a call from Ayan, mentioning a minor accident nearFranklin Bay. Kian had rushed over immediately and was quitesurprised by what he saw.

The car was stuck here, and despite the situation looking like Ayanhadn't sustained injuries, his clothes were slightly disheveled.

Ayan extinguished the cigarette and tossed it into a nearby trash bin.He then crossed his arms, his expression detached as he looked atKian. His voice, without any warmth, replied, "Can't you tell? There wasa little accident.”

"Was it just you?" Kian asked in a hushed tone.

"Yeah."

"Did you drive your car onto the green belt?"

Ayan gave Kian a non-expressive look, a touch of annoyance flickeringin his indifferent gaze. It was as if he were silently telling Kian that hewas being too inquisitive.

Kian quickly closed his mouth, moving on to call for a tow truck andcontacting Ayan's vehicle assistance service. After completing thesetasks, he suggested, "Mr. Simpson, do you want to drive my car backfirst?"

Ayan responded with a soft "hm" and proceeded towards Kian's car.After taking the driver's seat, instead of immediately starting the car, helooked around the surroundings indifferently. He then waved at Kian,his voice devoid of inflection as he said, "Is there no surveillancearound here?"

Kian wasn't entirely sure of Ayan's intention, but he scanned the areaas Ayan had directed. "To the naked eye, I don't see any. But I canhave someone check just to be sure.”

“Let me know when you replace out.”

"Alright."

"Oh, and contact the insurance company and itemize the cost of thedamage to the car. Every single expense must be accounted for, downto the last screw. Don't miss a thing." His demeanor remaineddetached, his gaze harboring a hint of chilly sternness. His voice wasas cold as ice, as if he were containing a pending burst of anger.Although Kian was perplexed, he knew better than to ask too manyquestions. He simply nodded, "Sure, I'll ensure every detail isaccounted for."

With Kian's response, Ayan closed the car door. The next moment, hepressed the accelerator and drove away.

Watching the departing car, Kian's suspicions grew. However, he didn'tdare to pry into his boss's affairs any further. Ayan assigned tasks, andKian simply carried them out. He promptly began investigating the roadconditions and surveillance of the area.

The road in question wasn't new and wasn't an area with minimaltraffic. It was currently under construction for new signage, includingthe replacement of surveillance camera support poles. This was thereason for the surveillance camera's absence.

However, the absence of surveillance cameras on this road didn't meanthere weren't any nearby. Thanks to Kian's efforts, he eventually foundout one.

From the surveillance footage, Kian saw what had transpired tonight. Itwas no wonder Ayan's expression was so grim, and no wonder heemphasized accounting for every expense, even if it were just a singlescrew. The responsible party was Preston.

The surveillance footage was somewhat distant, as it was positionedapproximately three hundred meters across the road from the accidentsite. It provided a 360-degree panoramic view of a sidewalk without anyblind spots.

Although the footage was a bit far, it was in high definition, allowing himto clearly see the faces of the people involved.

Kian immediately contacted Ayan. It was already past 9 p. m.

"Did you replace out?" Ayan answered promptly.

Kian could also hear Timmy's voice in the background. He conveyed allthe information he'd gathered in detail and then asked, "Mr. Simpson,should we follow the legal procedure directly?"

"Print out the information as documents, and once the informationabout the vehicle damage is available, have the dealership contact theinsurance company and send it to him. If he contacts you first, and if hedoesn't get in touch within three days, then report it to the police.”Ayan wasn't concerned. He had no need for this money, nor the time towaste on Preston. It would not only be a waste of time and effort butalso a drain on his emotions. This time, however, Ayan wasn't directlyhandling the situation. He had left it to his insurance company tomanage. The only thing wasted would be Preston's time and emotion.He had no intention of letting Preston off easily. Damaging anotherperson's property, even if it were just a single screw, warrantedcompensation. Otherwise, how could Preston learn from his mistakes?Even though compensation from Preston might not lead to genuineremorse, Ayan wanted Preston to feel like a fishbone stuck in histhroat-uncomfortable and unable to swallow or spit out. He wanted himto suffer.

However, Kian had his worries about involving the police. "What if wereport it to the police and Preston refuses to compensate?"

"Rest assured, he won't let things escalate to the point of involving thepolice. If his reputation with the police is already tarnished, it would beeven harder for him to survive in Hance.”

Ayan was confident. His sole concern at the moment was whetherPreston would contact Cora. There had been no news from Cora forseveral days, and all he could do was keep a close watch on Prestonand Eileen.

Ayan took a silent breath, with a very cold expression on his face. Hewas silent for a short time, and then he nonchalantly said, "You dealwith this matter first."

"OK, Mr. Simpson.” The call ended when Kian finished.

Ayan put down the phone and looked at Timmy in front of him. Timmylooked at him quietly when he answered the phone, as if he waslistening carefully to what he was saying.

Ayan extended his hand to Timmy. "Do you want Daddy to cuddleyou?"

Timmy's face lit up. "Yes, Daddy, cuddle me."

Timmy immediately crawled up from the carpet, opened his arms, anddove into Ayan's embrace.

Camille descended from upstairs, just in time to witness this. Shegrabbed her phone and snapped a picture of this heartwarmingmoment.

The photo captured a father holding his son, the child's face filled withan adorable smile, and the father's expression entirely focused on hisson.

Camille set the picture as her phone's screensaver, her smile lingeringas she continued walking downstairs.

Ayan, hearing Camille's footsteps, followed her gaze. Their eyes met,and Ayan was the first to speak. "Is the talk over?"