Ex-husbands love novel (Sharon and Fameson)
Chapter 469: He's Sick Beyond Help

As Bridger was smashing the closet, everyone just held their breath and watched with absolute attention.

There was little space behind the closet for Bridger to move around as he entered.

"Do you see anything?" Sharon stepped closer.

Bridger tossed his head with a frown.

He felt confused.

Why would Josh Allyson spend all this effort to make this one-person high compartment but keep nothing in it? Ruben walked in and then set his eyes on the compartment.

He put a hand on the side of it and then said, "The wall in this room is different. It's badly made, and some places are not even plastered."

Sharon's mouth slightly dropped.

She understood what Ruben was talking about, but she still couldn't get her head around what Josh Allyson had hidden here that was worth the effort of building an entire wall behind the closet.

Tiffany moved her head over as well, asking softly, "It's a lot of work to take down a wall. Should we get a professional team to do it?"

Bridger looked at the mottled surface and tried knocking on it with the stick.

Some pieces fell off immediately.

"This wall is not sealed with cement. It won't be hard."

It was clear that Josh Allyson had limited energy and ability while making the wall.

The sole purpose of it was for hiding something, so the construction was finished casually.

Bridger identified the largest crack on the wall and then smashed it with full strength with the stick.

The entire wall collapsed right away.

And in a corner behind it, a rectangular wooden box was placed.

Tiffany was shocked, "So he really hid something here. Could it be some big treasure?"

Sharon was struck dumb by it.

A bad feeling came upon her that she couldn't help but grab Ruben's arm.

Bridger crouched down, took out a knife from his pocket, and pried open the box.

At the very second that the box was opened, everyone was thunderstruck.

Tiffany Momon felt a chill climbing up her back and almost bit her tongue when she wanted to talk.

She subconsciously moved back a little but suddenly stumbled upon something. She turned and found Daniel looking ahead.

His facial expression was worse than Sharon's.

After a long while, Sharon closed her eyes, speaking with a trembling voice, "Call the police."

She had always thought Josh was nothing but a shameless gambler.....But she had never expected this!! Ruben's face was taut, as if he was struggling to hold back some emotion. Tiffany took out her phone and was just about to call the police when Daniel grabbed her hand, "Wait."

"Wait? For what?" Tiffany was bewildered.

"Miss Allyson, I need to speak with you" said Daniel.

Sharon got her composure back and turned to Bridger, "You should leave now.I'll tell the police that we found this by accident."

Bridger nodded.

It was an earthquake in his heart as well.

Who would have imagined a good-for-nothing coward like Josh Allyson would dare to hide a corpse in here!? After Bridger had left, Sharon came to the living room with Daniel. "What do you want to talk about?"

"It might sound offensive to you, but I think you can already tell--what's inside is probably your....."

"I know,"

Sharon interrupted him with a weak voice.

"If we call the police right now, the news will definitely be spread. And it would inevitably cause a huge uproar.It will only give Tavis Beale a chance to take advantage of the chaos." Sharon frowned, "So what are you proposing?"

"It should be dealt with quietly.I will take care of it in a decent manner."

Sharon shook her head, "I appreciate your offer, but this is my mother.I have no reason to leave it to you."

"Miss Allyson, by this point, you should understand that I will never do you any harm."

"No, you will not.I know it. But I'm just curious why you reacted so much when you saw my mom's corpse, more than Ruben and I did. Who are you? What do you want?"

He was unable to answer the question.

After a while, he closed his eyes, confessing, "Miss Allyson, what I can tell you right now is that we have Josh Allyson.We have tried very hard to get him to tell us where your mother's grave is. But he kept lying to us and got us running everywhere. Our only wish was for your mother to rest in peace."

"Then give me a reason--just one--that I should leave her to you guys." Daniel still couldn't answer.

Sharon went on, "Ruben and I are both here. From my perspective, calling the cops or not, I can replace no reason to leave this matter to people who are not at all related to us. You say that you have Josh Allyson, and you've tried to replace my mom's grave.I believe these! But, do you really think these are sufficient to convince me? You can't just keep asking me to believe you guys! For what!?"

After a brief pause, Sharon continued, "And who the he?! is this 'we' that you keep mentioning? And what is your relationship with my mom!?"

By this point, Tiffany and Ruben had come over, waiting, too, for Daniel's answer.

"I really can't make the decision"

Daniel let out a helpless laugh after a few minutes and then went into silence once more.

Finally, he gave in.

"Would you give me a minute? Let me make a phone call."

With this, he went downstairs.

Sharon sat down on the sofa, eyes closed.

In her head, all she could see was the scene behind the closet.

Tiffany sat next to her, patting softly on her back, "Sharon, don't overthink it.We can always call the police. It's the best solution in my opinion."

Sharon stared blankly ahead and replied after some time, "I can't believe Josh Allyson did this..."

"Yeah....It's sick. He's a fu*king sicko! Keeping a body right behind his closet--he's sick beyond help!"

Ruben stood with his head lowered.

He spoke up without warning, "I need to get out."

Tiffany felt more scared after Ruben had left.

She moved closer to Sharon.

Who could imagine such a thing-twenty years after the death, without a proper tomb, the body lay there intact.

It was the first time they learned the entirety of Josh Allyson's evil.

He had lived with a corpse for twenty whole years! Now it didn't seem hard to believe at all that he could send his own daughter to the Twilight Club.

It was nothing to him! You can't judge a book by its cover.

Indeed!