บททั้งหมดของ If Life Had A Rewind Button: บทที่ 101 - บทที่ 110

Prosecutor Long stood frozen as the notification flashed on his screen. It was a confirmation from the High Court Registrar that Mr Pearson's travel documents had been surrendered.Lawyer Marsh hadn't slipped, and the deadline hadn't been missed. He cursed Mr Pearson in his heart, then he swept a stack of case files off his desk. The folders hit the floor, spilling evidence across the room.Prosecutor Long's legs finally gave out, and he collapsed into his leather chair, the air rushing out of him in a defeated gasp.Half an hour later, he calmed himself down, and then he dialed the lead investigator on the money laundering case.When the call was connected, he didn’t waste time on pleasantries and said, “I would like to find out how far you are with the investigation, Sir.”The lead investigator, Sean Shaw, let out a jagged sigh that crackled over the line and replied, “We have hit a wall, Prosecutor Long. We tracked the offshore transfers to a shell company, but the trail went cold.

Dr Barnes crossed his arms, a cold, practiced smirk tugging at his lips. Having spent years evaluating patient-prisoners, he had developed a sixth sense for the accused's performance.To him, the hospital bed used to be another stage where criminals performed their most desperate acts to avoid a prison cell.Dr Pitts, who was standing by the door, lunged towards his patient’s bed. However, before he could reach him, Dr Barnes blocked him.He looked at Dr Pitts with eyes full of accusation and asked coldly, “What game are you playing, Dr Pitts?”A surge of anger rose in Dr Pitts’ heart, and he shouted, “Are you blind? Don’t you see that my patient is dying?”Dr Barnes didn't even flinch. He let out a sharp, mocking scoff. Then he turned his back on Dr Pitts and leaned over the patient, his face inches from the man who was purportedly crashing.He didn’t have a doubt in his mind that it was nothing but a staged emergency. To him, it wasn't a medical crisis, but it was a calculated perfor

Later, Mrs Pearson and her son, Austin, went to the hospital to visit her husband. When they arrived in the ICU, Mr Pearson was sleeping soundly.Austin stood by his father's bedside, the news of the remanded charges settling over him like a suffocating shroud. He looked at the frail man hooked up to the monitors, and his heart ached. A few minutes later, his father opened his foggy eyes. His mother beamed with joy and asked, “How are you feeling, my darling?”Mr Pearson turned his gaze toward his family, his lips moving in a desperate attempt to form words, but all that emerged was a heavy, slurred mumble. His wife’s heart sank; her disappointment was palpable.She was reminded how clearly her husband had spoken just before the medical board arrived.When Austin saw his father's frustration, he quickly slid a tablet into his trembling hands. Then his father wrote, “Son, what happened during the evaluation process?”Austin looked at his father and replied, “I don’t know, Dad. Uncle Ge

After Gemma left the prison visitors' room, Zara was dragged to her cell in a daze. She hadn’t even reached her bed before a vicious slap sent her spinning.Zara collapsed on the hard, cold floor, the impact leaving her dazed and her head ringing with a deafening buzz.She struggled to lift her head, her muscles protesting as she strained to see who had struck her. Her breath hitched, freezing there the moment her eyes met those of Mrs Phillips. She was the last person she expected to see in her cell.Last night, she overheard the prison guards mentioning that two prisoners would be moved into her cell.At the time, she had dismissed it as idle chatter, never imagining that her new roommates were Mrs Phillips and Aunt Becky.Zara was convinced that her father’s influence had pushed her enemies far away from her life.Unbeknownst to her, when the man behind her father heard that her brother refused to start the business venture, he saw an opportunity to teach her father a brutal lesson

After ensuring that his father was safely in the care of His Angels Funeral Home, Austin and Uncle Gerry headed to Home Affairs to handle the final formalities.They were spared the usual bureaucratic slog; the lines were thin, allowing them to quickly secure the burial order and death certificate.As Austin held the fresh paperwork, the clinical speed of the process only sharpened the heavy reality that his father was officially gone.Uncle Gerry dropped Austin off at the Stanton Private Hospital and said, “The administrative wheels have to start turning immediately if we want justice. I will serve the formal letters of intent to the Minister of Police and the NPA today.Then I will come to the apartment to discuss your father’s funeral arrangements later. We will make sure that your father is laid to rest with the dignity he deserves."Austin looked at Uncle Gerry with eyes full of gratitude and replied, “I don’t have enough words to thank you for everything you have done for my fami