Semua Bab Dumped Her Ex, Married A Secret Billionaire: Bab 351 - Bab 360

Time seemed to freeze at that very moment.All the color drained from Rebecca's face, leaving it ashen and lifeless.Her mouth hung open, but no sound came out. She could only stare at Harriet, as if she were seeing her for the first time."He's been investigating for years," Harriet continued, her tone calm, as though she were talking about someone else's story. "I think he figured out the truth a long time ago. That's why he chose this moment to come back and deliberately get close to you.""No... that's impossible..." Rebecca finally found her voice, but it was weak, almost a whimper. She suddenly clutched her head with both hands, fingers digging deep into her hair as her body curled in on itself in agony. "You made all of this up! You're just trying to make me hate him! Stop talking! I don't want to hear it!""Rebecca, stop lying to yourself!" Harriet's voice suddenly turned sharp. She grabbed her daughter's wrist, forcing her hands down and making her look straight into her own

Dawn had just begun to break. A seam split the leaden clouds, spilling thin morning light into the room.Cecilia leaned against the headboard, the cold glow of her phone screen highlighting the faint shadows beneath her eyes.When the unlisted number popped up for the third time, she finally swiped to answer--without speaking.Steady breathing came through the receiver, followed by a low male voice."Apologies for calling at this hour, ma'am."She remained silent.As if he had expected that, the caller continued, "I'm Murray, aide-de-camp to Officer Todd. There's something that must be delivered to Mr. Liam Sinclair personally."Cecilia padded barefoot to the window, her fingertips tracing the condensation fogging the glass.Across the street, a black sedan was parked. Its tinted windows revealed nothing."The item can be sent directly to the police station," she said carefully."I'm afraid that won't be possible." Murray's tone remained respectful, but carried an unyielding firmness.

Outside the side entrance of the police station, Murphy's car screeched to a sudden stop.The tires hissed sharply against the pavement, the front of the car halting less than half a meter from the steps.Only when he saw Cecilia emerge from the doorway did the tension in his shoulders ease--just barely noticeable.His hands remained clenched around the steering wheel, knuckles white."I was halfway there when Prescott called," Murphy said as he pushed the door open and stepped out. His voice was lower than usual. "He said you were here."Cecilia pulled her coat tighter around herself. "Sorry. I left in a hurry and forgot to tell you.""It's fine." He opened the rear door for her. "Get in first."The car still carried the faint static hum of a police radio.As Cecilia bent to sit in the back seat, the tip of her shoe bumped into something hard.She picked it up casually--a silver badge, its edges engraved with an intricate vine pattern.Murphy caught sight of it in the rearview mirror

"Turn on the light."The man's voice came from the shadows, the vicious edge no longer concealed.Cecilia's heart slammed heavily against her ribs. She forced her gaze away from the blurred silhouette reflected in the window and steadied her voice. "What do you want?""I said, turn on the light."The gun barrel gleamed coldly in the moonlight, pressed against Claire's temple. "Don't make me say it a third time."Cecilia raised her hand and flipped the switch.The lights came on again.This time, she saw clearly--the man wore dark tactical clothing and a black mask, only a pair of hostile eyes exposed.Claire's mouth was sealed with duct tape. Her face was ashen, her body trembling uncontrollably with fear."Money?" Cecilia asked, lifting both hands, palms outward. "Or are you here to kill me? Either way, let her go. She has nothing to do with this."The man let out a short laugh. "You think you're in a position to negotiate?""I think you're smart," Cecilia said calmly. She lowered he

The hospital corridor was flooded with cold, white fluorescent light.The sharp scent of disinfectant clung stubbornly to the back of the throat, impossible to shake.Murphy stood with his back against the wall. The dark red stains covering the front of his white shirt had already dried, stiff and hardened--like a brand seared into his chest, a mark of shame he couldn't tear away.There was no expression on his face, but his jaw was clenched so tightly it looked ready to snap. His hands hung at his sides, fingertips trembling faintly.Cecilia approached with two cups of coffee and gently tapped one against the back of his hand."You should change your clothes. Dried blood is uncomfortable."Murphy didn't take it. His gaze was nailed to the operating room doors.Above them, the red IN SURGERY light glared like an open wound."I always thought," Cecilia said softly as she sat down on a plastic chair beside him, "that you were the kind of man who could stay calm even if the sky fell. But