Soon morning came. Racheal was already seated with a cup of coffee as they planned their next move. “Lily, we found the truck driver who hit your father that day. He’s currently in the hospital with lung cancer. Seems life is already making him pay for what he did,” William said with a dry chuckle. Racheal slowly dropped her cup. “Mia, William, I need both of you to go see him. Use whatever means possible to make him talk. He’s our trump card.” “Understood,” William replied, signaling Mia to follow him. The two quickly entered the car and drove straight to City Hospital. After asking around with the description they had, they finally found the man’s room. He looked weak and thin, barely able to move. They stepped inside quietly. “Hi,” Mia greeted with a cheerful smile. “How are you feeling, sir? Any recovery yet?” The man gave a weak cough. “Well, I’ll just keep you company then,” Mia continued, pulling a chair closer. For almost twenty minutes, she rambled about her
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