“Invasion of privacy?”
“Yes,” came the response over the phone. “Even if the evidence is solid and relevant, it has to be collected legally. If someone’s right to privacy is violated, that evidence can’t be presented in court. The judge won’t accept it. For example, in a marriage dispute, if you want to prove your spouse’s infidelity, you have to gather proof through legal means. Secret recordings, stalking—anything that infringes on someone’s rights—is strictly off-limits.”
The female officer let out a sigh. “We’ll need a bit more time to gather evidence properly, but don’t lose hope. The precinct is already following up on the leads you gave us. It’s just that the trust fund and Matthew Ross’s sister Cynthia’s school are both overseas, so there are some procedures we’ll need to go through before we can get the records.”
Emily Blair clicked her tongue in mild annoyance.
Unbelievable.
“All right, I understand. Thank you for your hard work.”
Sitting next to her, Elizabeth Wilson had overheard every word from the phone.
She shook her head, clicking her tongue in exasperation. “They say the wicked live the longest.”
A tangle of emotions stirred in Emily’s chest. “I should’ve considered that.”
Elizabeth arched a brow. “So now we just wait for the police?”
Emily hesitated. “International investigations are complicated and slow. The longer it drags on, the more likely something will go wrong.”
“So what’s the plan now?” Elizabeth pressed.
Emily dropped her pen, its sharp clatter on the desk slicing through the tension.
She looked up and met Elizabeth’s gaze.
Alex White had assumed that after his harsh words the other day, there was no way Emily Blair would ever set foot in the hospital again.
But just a few days later, he ran into her in Elizabeth’s grandmother’s room.
“Dr. White, do you have a moment? I’d like to talk.”
With the knowing glances of his colleagues practically burning into his side, Alex felt a flash of irritation. So Emily Blair still hadn’t given up?
He didn’t turn around. “There’s nothing for us to discuss. If this is about your grandmother’s health, you can make an appointment at the department. If it’s about anything else, then it’s unnecessary.”
With those words, he walked away, leaving a group of colleagues exchanging glances behind him.
Clearly, Alex’s coworkers now saw Emily as the woman who had just been coldly rejected by the man she liked.
Alex’s supervisor offered Emily an apologetic smile. “Sorry, Alex is always like that. Don’t take it personally.”
Emily shook her head. “It’s fine.”
Once only Emily, Elizabeth, and the grandmother remained, Elizabeth bit into her apple and mumbled, “With Alex White’s attitude, do you really think he’ll be any help?”

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