The hidden billionaire heiress (Lyra Melvin)

Chapter 1052 Her Old Apartment

Lyra's smile disappeared as she quickly understood what he meant. "Are you suspecting that I have

something to do with those kidnappers?"

"I'm not saying that, Lyra. How could you possibly do such a thing? But that woman is really suspicious,

and I have to investigate."

Lyra stepped aside tactfully. "Go ahead and investigate, but I just came from the secure passage and

didn't see any suspicious nurses. Maybe they ran in another direction."

"Let's see if there are any suspicious people around here," he said as he forcefully pushed open the

door and entered the secure passage. There was no one behind the door, but someone had left a pair

of small white shoes on the ground.

The upper and lower floors of the secure passage were quiet without any sound.

Anthony's gaze fell on those shoes; his face was stern and expressionless.

Lyra noticed his gaze, bent down to pick up those shoes slowly for inspection.

The soles were clean like new without any dirt or mud stains.

Lyra smiled, "Maybe it was some nurse who finished her shift early for a date or something? That's why

she left her old shoes here for new ones."

"It does seem too new," he agreed half-heartedly, unsure if it was suspicious or not.

There were no cameras in the secure passage either; everything was silent without movement.

Anthony relaxed his serious expression slightly, "Maybe I've been too sensitive lately because of

Alistair and Spencer's recent incident. Everything seems off."

Lyra sighed along with him, "Don't be overly nervous. Spend more time caring about Alistair instead.

He has been feeling down these past few days until Momo cheers him up with laughter."

When Alistair was mentioned again, Anthony lowered his blue eyes sadly while smiling at Lyra, "He

doesn't want to see me much these days; maybe he needs some time alone before forgiving me

again... Why don't you go check on him instead?"

In short, this matter had something to do with her family member Spencer being involved in it all - Lyra

didn't say anything else after nodding her head before leaving towards Alistair's room direction.

Anthony watched her back as she walked away while standing still motionlessly - looking through her From NôvelDrama.Org.

towards another person...

That woman from earlier... She really looked like someone familiar...

And her hair color...

But wasn't it just an illusion?

How could someone who passed away five years ago appear in this hospital?

His brows furrowed deeply as he thought more about this situation - taking out his phone from his

pocket then dialing Kane's number immediately afterwards.

"Check the surveillance video on the fourth floor of the hospital ward, especially the hallway next to

Alistair's room. Anyone who enters or exits Alistair's room must confirm their identity," Anthony ordered.

"Understood, Mr. Callahan," came the reply.

Anthony thought back to the figure he had just seen. "Also, check the hospital staff list for a female

nurse around 170cm tall with a slim build and blonde hair."

"Yes, sir."

With his orders given, he turned and headed towards Alistair's room. Through the small window in the

door, he could see Lyra sitting beside Alistair chatting with Molly.

A rare smile graced Alistair's face; his emotions seemed more stable after two days. Anthony felt some

tension release from his chest and made his way to a smoking area at end of corridor.

Meanwhile, Mavis had already run barefoot into Hospital's underground parking lot and got into her

black car that she arrived in earlier. Thanks to Lyra who managed to stall Anthony for a while that gave

her an opportunity to escape through a safe passage without being caught by him.

Quickly changing out of her nurse uniform and donning a mask and hat as disguise, she sent Lyra a

message, "Thank you for being there for me when I needed it most."

Lyra received this anonymous text message on her phone while sitting in Alistair's hospital room which

warmed her heart. She quickly replied, "He is very suspicious; I'm afraid he won't give up easily but will

continue investigating you further. What are your plans?"

Mavis froze upon reading this message on her phone screen - plans? Normally speaking, she should

leave Crana as soon as possible since she was almost exposed earlier, but then again she had

promised Alistair that she would come back tomorrow to visit him... she didn't want to break that

promise during their first meeting together with her son.

Since she was already here anyway, why not take advantage of this opportunity? If things got too bad

later on, then worst case scenario would be confronting Anthony about divorce proceedings so that

they could fight over custody rights over their son.

With determination set in stone within herself now, Mavis typed out another reply, "I'll find somewhere

else nearby where I can stay put for now within this week, but don't worry I'll figure out how best avoid

running into him."

Both women were tacitly avoiding mentioning any specific name throughout these messages

exchanged between them.

After sending off this last text message, Mavis climbed behind wheel again buckling up securely before

hitting accelerator pedal hard driving away from the Hospital's parking lot without looking back once

more!

In recent years, she hadn't wasted any time. Not only did she get her driver's license, but she also did

business overseas. In addition to running her own company, she also helped the Lloyd's Corp with

international trade and signed a win-win cooperation agreement with Lyra.

Nowadays, although her assets can't compare to the Callahan family's wealth, she can still be

considered a rich woman. She was eligible to fight for custody of her son.

In the hospital room, Lyra listened to Alistair and Molly laughing together and sighed silently as she

deleted those few text messages. It was easy to come back once but it might not be so easy next time.

After smoking an entire cigarette, Anthony personally went to the monitoring room. The hallway camera

captured footage of a nurse-like woman entering Alistair's room and staying for fifteen minutes before

leaving in a hurry. But the camera only captured a glimpse of the woman wearing a mask and nurse

cap from one side or from behind; it never showed her face or even her eyes.

Anthony stared at that familiar figure on the surveillance video intently and said in a deep voice, " Keep

investigating until we find this woman."

In the afternoon, Mavis drove back to an old apartment building where she used to live for five years

before starting chasing after Anthony there; every brick and tile here was very familiar to her. She still

wanted to live in this old apartment when returning Crana again.

She skillfully called up their former landlady on purposefully lowering down voice tone, "Hello there! I

want rent your house."

Within minutes, her former landlady came downstairs.

Mavis took off sunglasses carefully and explained herself, "Hi! I want rent this house for one month at

market highest price rate plus deposit..."

Her former landlady interrupted, "Missy! This isn't my house anymore; I'm just managing it now."

"What?"

"The whole building belongs to a person whose surname is Parker now - bought by some lady with that

name several years ago at high price from me"

"Parker?" Mavis froze slightly - what were coincidences? Their surname matched exactly!

"Can you help me contact Miss Parker? I really like this place so much that I want rent it out too since

its empty anyway- adding some life here won't hurt anyone right?"

"I can't make decisions about that myself- her husband manages everything. I'll ask him if he could let

you stay here though- wait while I give him call please..." Her former landlady pulled out an old phone

from pocket then squinted through reading glasses while checking contacts list on phone screen

carefully

She stood in the hallway in front of the door, muttering to herself, "Strange, what number did I put Mr.

Callahan on?"

Mavis heard her and furrowed her brows under her sunglasses. "Ms. landlady, which Mr. Callahan are

you talking about?"