One eighty eight: Search plan

Alfred stumbled backwards as if he had just seen a ghost. His throat felt as dry as ever and beads of sweat formed on his forehead. His hands became sweaty too.

The air in the hall way seized and he felt as if his heart could stop beating any moment from now.

“Mrs Wayne's disappearance…” he muttered to himself, feeling utterly confused and lost.

How could she have returned to the house the next day after she was proclaimed dead?

“I don't know anything about what Alice is talking about! I mean it!” Alfred's eyes widened as he spoke.

Ivan's patience seemed to have completely worn off and there was no holding back anymore. “Stop playing games with me Alfred! I don't care about the reason you have been lying to me for the past seven years and I don't want to know it! Just…” tears filled his eyes as he spoke. “Just tell me where my mother is.” His tone had become softer.

“I swear it! I really don’t know where she is or if she is even alive! The doctor himself confirmed that she was d
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