Never Tired of Mr. Leon's Love

Even so, what did it matter? It was not like he could achieve anything by being restless. If he wanted to put the blame on someone, he should blame the person who paid to assassinate his wife.

A trace of coldness flashes in Matthew's eyes. He did not even say goodbye to Lucy before he left the hospital and drove to his company.

By the time he arrived, he had already started acting. His eyes were bloodshot, and his face and lips were drained of all color. At the same time, he was emanating an aura that was never before associated with Matthew-desolation.

The receptionist was startled to see Matthew in such a state. She cautiously greeted him, "Good morning, Mr. Leon."

Matthew did not even spare a glance at her before taking the elevator to his office.

Not long after, news spread throughout the top floor that an emergency meeting would be held shortly. All the shareholders hurriedly made their way there.

Half an hour later, they were all assembled in the conference room. Each of them looked at the utterly desolate Matthew in disbelief.

Matthew spoke with a low and hoarse voice while addressing everyone present, "An urgent matter has occurred at home, so I'll need all of you to take care of everything for me, whether it be big or small. I need to take a leave for the next two weeks."

Everyone was in shock. What kind of situation would require Matthew to take leave?

One of the more important shareholders cautiously glanced at Matthew and asked delicately, "Mr. Leon, may I ask what happened?"

Matthew shook his head as his eyes reddened even more. "I'm sorry, but my wife has passed away, so I have to prepare for her funeral."

His statement lingered in everyone's minds.

Everyone glared at the shareholder who had the audacity to ask about their CEO's private matter. Why would he ask such a question when everyone could see that Matthew was clearly grieving? The shareholder sheepishly sat back down, no longer daring to bring up the sensitive topic.

"Don't worry, Mr. Leon. You can rest assured that we'll take care of everything in the company for now. We guarantee that there won't be any major issues when you return," the shareholder said apologetically. Matthew nodded indifferently and walked out of the CEO's office in a daze. He got into his car and drove back to his villa.

He opened the door to his villa and saw that it was empty. All the helpers had been dismissed while he was still in the car.

Stepping inside the house, he closed the door and instantly changed his demeanor. Aside from the slight redness in his eyes, there was no trace of his earlier sadness and grief.

He massaged his temples. It had only been a few hours since he saw his wife, but he was starting to get worried again. He took out an old phone that had not been used in years.

Back when he was a teenager, he registered it under someone else's name.

He dialed Cillian's number and asked, "Cillian, how's Lulu?"

Cillian was speechless when he received Matthew's call. Matthew had just seen her himself a couple of hours ago, so why was he asking him that now? Annoyed, he replied, "Lucy is fine. Nothing will happen to her while I'm here.

"If you have the time to call me, why don't you use that time to figure out how to get rid of the organization that tried to get Lucy killed?"

"You don't need to worry about that." Matthew's voice turned eerily cold.

He did not hear his wife's voice on the other end, so he assumed that she was asleep.

With a sense of disappointment, Matthew ended the call.