My Most Precious Wife
Chapter 447 We Were Childhood Sweethearts

Sawyer Gale waited for a long time in the cold wind.

Butler Milo checked the time again. It had been three hours.

"Sir, please let me take you back. You said it yourself that families are the most important, not the Gale group.'

Why were they here pleading Hunter Jackson for help?

They should go back and continue their search for Emily.

Let the young in charge of the company. It was no big deal even if it didn't work out.

But Sawyer shook his head and stared at the entrance of the hotel.

"Go tell them again I need to talk to Hunter. It's important."

"Sir, stay away with that bastard!"

Butler Milo couldn't take it anymore since he knew a little about what happened between Hunter and Emily.

Now that it turned out Hunter couldn't care less about Emily, what was the point of coming for him?

And it was even more pointless if it was for the sake of the company.

The old man had lived his life in pride. He felt so bad to see him humbly begging for help.

"Milo, why are you so stubborn?"

Sawyer turned around to him and frowned, "Hurry! Go tell them I need to see Hunter Jackson." Butler Milo could only do as he required when the elevator in the lobby suddenly opened.

Several people walked out and the most eye-catching one was Hunter.

"Milo, hurry. Push me over," Sawyer required.

"Oh alright." It took Milo a while to react.

...

"Hunter, can you spare ten minutes for me? I need to talk to you."

Different from last time, Sawyer took the initiative.

This was his best chance. He wouldn't do it at all if it weren't for Emily.

Even the Gale Group wasn't worthy of his humbleness.

"Mr. Gale, bad time. I really have to go now," said Hunter, his lip curling.

"It'll be just ten minutes. No, five minutes."

Sawyer hated himself for saying this. If it weren't for Emily, he would never ever say anything like that.

But Emily was the priority.

Perhaps the past should be settled as well.

He had kept it to himself for so long that it still haunted him every now and then.

"Hunter, I only need five minutes of your time. If you don't change your mind, I will never bother you again."

But Hunter didn't even want to hear a single word, "If you're here for the Gale Group, I'm not available. I'm sorry."

He walked passed Mr. Gale and was about to leave.

"I'm here for Emily!" Sawyer turned his wheelchair around and happened to see him freeze.

It looked like this brat was not heartless after all.

"I know where she is. Do you want to know?"

"Where she is has nothing to do with me."

Hunter seemed to be resisting something with one step ahead of him.

Just as the old man was about to despair, he suddenly turned around and looked at him, "Five minutes."

It had already taken them one minute to get to Hunter's hotel room.

Sawyer had Butler Milo wait outside. Hunter waved his hand and Liam also stepped back.

There were only the two of them in the room.

"Where is Emily?"

Hunter didn't have the slightest bit of patience for this old man.

Although he was never enthusiastic towards the elders, he would at least be polite.

But to Sawyer Gale, he left off all the manners and courtesy.

This was the man who killed his grandmother!

"I don't know." Sawyer didn't want to lie to him.

Hunter's face darkened, "How dare you lie to me?" he said angrily.

"Hunter, I'm here today to tell you the truth."

"I can replace out the truth myself. You don't have to tell me!"

Indeed, he had been investigating.

As long as he found the evidence, he would sue him for kidnapping and murder.

As for the so-called truth, what truth did he expect from a murderer?

He wouldn't believe a single word.

"I didn't kill your grandmother, nor did I kidnap her. In fact, your grandmother and I were good friends."

Sawyer sighed. Those were the memories he didn't want to recall.

But now he had to.

"Hunter, your grandmother did come looking for me back then..."

"No she didn't! It was you who kidnapped her!" Hunter insisted.

Sawyer sighed again, "It's not like that. The reason why I haven't told you the truth is because of ... your grandma."

"Bullshit!"

"Hunter, let me show you a letter."

Sawyer knew it was only his words against Hunter's, so he took out the letter that he had kept for decades.

"You may not recognize your grandmother's handwriting, but your grandfather definitely will."

Although the letter was well preserved, it did look a bit old.

Hunter stared at the envelope. He might not recognize Grandma's handwriting, but it was indeed similar.

Hunter had seen her handwriting before. Some of them were still in grandpa's study.

He finally took the envelope and took out the letter.

His face darkened at the first glance.

"Mr. Gale, this letter must be a lie. How dare you fake it?!"

It was a love letter, written by a woman, for her beloved man.

In the letter, she said she was painful because she married a man she didn't love. She also knew there had been some misunderstandings because of her husband's scheme.

She married her husband only because she was so angry with the other man, only to regret it after she found out about the truth.

She wanted to return to the man she loved and ran away with him.

In the letter, everything was about her affection for him, how much she missed him, and how regretful she was back then.

She expressed her eager to run away with him.

"You don't have to lie to me with a fake letter. Do you think I'm buying this?"

"If you don't believe me, ask your grandfather if he had framed me and made me the criminal. Your grandma and I were childhood sweethearts, and we had once decided to be together forever." The past still brought deep sorrow to old Sawyer Gale.

"Back then, I had to go out to the sea. We had agreed that when I came back, we would get married. But when I came back, I was so shocked to see her already married to your grandfather."00000