Before Henry could speak, they hung up.

His expression became tense and he pulled me into the car.

I had not had a chance to take a bite of the plate of peeled shrimp and crab meat.

When I came out today, I was wearing long, thin high heels. Henry didn't even think about it when he heard Emma's voice. He suddenly became astonishingly strong and fast, and didn't even notice that I had only one shoe on my feet at that moment.

It was quiet in the car, and Henry, who had always been calm, seemed to lose his mind at the moment and was driving very fast.

"Shall we call the police first?"

Emma was nice to me too. She came from an old noble family but only befriended me and didn't mind at all that I was an orphan.

So I was worried about her too, but when I called the police, Henry's face was noticeably darkened.

The atmosphere was oppressive, my fingers were intertwined, and my toes hurt.

I just bumped into the stone steps and got a bloodstain.

"Let's call the police. It's not a solution for us to search aimlessly like this." I gave my opinion again.

The next second, Henry's voice was extremely cold, even with a hint of roaring, and he shouted at me, "Why call the police!" Emma is a public figure. How can she make a name for herself in the noble circle if bad things are exposed?"

I was scared out of my wits.

I sat motionless in the passenger seat as if struck by a bolt from the blue, feeling rather at a loss.

As far as I can remember, Henry has never been harsh to me, and he doesn't even want to say a harsh word.

Tears welled up in my eyes. I sniffed and felt extremely wronged. I had done something wrong. I was just too worried about Emma.

"Sorry." After a moment, Henry, having calmed down, said to me, "Violet, forgive me. Emma is like my sister, and besides, she's your only friend."

The corners of his eyes were red, the car slowed down, and he looked apologetic like a child who had done something wrong.

I wiped away my tears, not wanting to put Henry in a difficult position, and choked out, "It's okay, I understand."

But the sourness in my heart couldn't be suppressed, like a multitude of needle tips, piercing straight into my heart.

I knew Emma when I first got together with Henry, and they grew up together and had a deep bond.

When everyone thought they would be a couple, Henry married me in a high-profile way.

Emma also said to me generously, "Violet, Henry and I are buddies. He loves you as much as his own eyes. This is what everyone can see. You two are the perfect match."

Not only that, but Emma also took the initiative to keep her distance from Henry and treated me like a sister.

I often feel lucky to have a good husband and a good best friend.

But Henry's performance just now has been a bit of a setback for me.

I know he's in a hurry and so am I, but I'm not going to vent my anger on the one I love the most.

So for the rest of the long journey, we didn't say another word and tacitly chose to remain silent.

We were just one round away from City A, but we still couldn't find Emma, and the phone was turned off.

Henry's expression was getting more and more irritable. He had always been an emotionally stable person.

In the meantime, the wound on my toe was getting more and more painful, as if it was broken.

So I looked sideways and said, "Henry, my foot hurts..."

Before she could finish speaking, Mrs. Barkley called and said anxiously, "Henry, come and see Emma, she... Something happened to her and she was making a fuss about suicide..."

After hanging up the phone, Henry frowned, looking even more nervous.

And I swallowed the words that I had just wanted to say.

Without even asking, he stepped on the gas and went to the Barclay family.