Beyond the Divorce

Atlas continued, "We can't use this hospital's experts. The last diagnostic report was suspected to be forged, and all the doctors involved were from here. We need more authoritative and convincing opinions. The local doctors can only observe. We'll invite a team of specialists to consult."

Nathan nodded immediately. "Got it!"

When Beatrice was brought back to the hospital room, she was still unconscious, but she was now in a clean hospital gown.

Her hair had been attended to and looked much neater. Thick bandages were wrapped around her ankles, and her delicate face was pale without a trace of color. She appeared frail and petite in the hospital bed, beautiful even in her emaciation.

I couldn't control the welling tears as my gaze fell upon her.

Was this still the Beatrice I knew?

I knew Finn was wondering the same thing.

Mr. and Mrs. Bullock rushed to the hospital when they heard that we had successfully rescued Beatrice.

It was early morning by then.

When they saw Beatrice, they sighed, shaking their heads repeatedly.

The entire process had been recorded for evidence.

Hazelyn had been arrested.

Nathan instructed someone to call Byron. He wanted to ask him about his daughter personally.

I wanted to hear what Byron had to say too, so I joined Nathan and headed to the police station.

Nathan agreed, but did not allow us to see Byron in person. The interrogation took place in an interrogation room at the police station.

Peering through a dimly lit glass window, I observed the situation inside. No one else could see us from within.

Nathan wanted to keep us hidden, since we were his crucial business partners.

Byron arrived swiftly, but it was evident that he was not in good shape. His face was deathly pale, and he was evidently on edge. Being called to the police station after 2 AM was definitely bad news for someone with a guilty conscience.

And hearing that the highest official

in the cit

have

wanted to see him must made him feel like a startled

bird, especially since he harbored dark secret.

But I must say that Byron had remarkable mental fortitude.

My heart ached unbearably as I stood by the window, watching Byron and thinking about Beatrice in the hospital bed.

Atlas extended his long arm to pull me into an embrace, becoming my pillar of support.

Byron was visibly nervous and glanced at Nathan. Nathan scrutinized him briefly before asking coldly, "Mr. Byron, do you know why I called you here?"

Byron's Adam's apple bobbed up and down, his eyes fixed on Nathan's stern face.

I could sense his nerves reaching their breaking point.

"Mr... Nathan, tell me!" His voice wavered, revealing his attempt to conceal the panic within.

"I want to talk to you about your eldest daughter," Nathan said matter-of-factly.

Byron's legs trembled visibly, and he looked at Nathan, unable to speak.

Nathan continued scrutinizing him. "I've foregone sleep to discuss your daughter's situation here at this ungodly hour, which tells you just how serious this is. You'd better tell me the truth."

"Um... Mr. Nathan, it was a family tragedy. M-My eldest daughter, she has some mental issues and is undergoing treatment at a

psychiatric hospital." Byron tried to compose himself.

"For how long?" Nathan inquired.

"It's been 8 or 9 years." Byron seemed somewhat calmer.

"8 or 9 years? Have you visited her during this time?" Nathan pressed further.

"I-I have..." Byron stammered.

Nathan slammed his hand on the table. "You're lying! How did you manage to see her? How dare you lie to me?"

Byron's expression froze. Fear was etched across his face as he stared at Nathan. His hands, resting on the table, clenched involuntarily.Content is © 2024 NôvelDrama.Org.