All Chapters of My Best Friend STOLE MY Husband -So I Married His Brother : Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

St. Catherine’s Hospital looked smaller than I remembered.Perhaps it was because the old children's wing had been closed for years, leaving the newer buildings to dominate the grounds. Perhaps it was because, as a child, I had believed hospitals were places where every question had an answer and every locked door had someone responsible for opening it. Now, standing outside the entrance with Ethan beside me, I understood that some of the most important truths could disappear behind a perfectly ordinary door.The sky was grey, and the morning air carried the damp smell of rain. Ethan's security team had parked two vehicles near the main entrance, with another officer waiting by the service road. We had notified the hospital administration that we were investigating historical foundation records, but Ethan had deliberately kept the details vague.“Before we go inside,” he said, “I want you to remember something.”I glanced at him. “That I shouldn't touch anything?”“That too.” His mout

My mother did not answer immediately.She stood beside the sitting-room window, one hand resting on the back of a chair. Outside, the rain had begun to fall more heavily, streaking the glass and blurring the garden beyond it. Adrian watched her with a look I had never seen on his face before. He was not merely concerned. He looked as though he had just realized that a piece of his own past had been kept from him.“Mum,” I repeated. “What did you take out of W-17?”She closed her eyes.“Jonathan was alive when I left that room,” she said.It was not an answer to my question, and she seemed to know it.“That's what Margaret said,” I replied. “But she also said you were carrying something. Something wrapped in a hospital blanket. I need to know what it was.”My mother looked at Adrian, then at Ethan, before finally meeting my eyes.“I carried out a document case.”The room fell silent.“What was inside it?” Ethan asked.“I don't know everything that was inside. Jonathan showed me a few p

Ethan played Grace's voice message three times. The first time, I listened to her words. The second time, I listened to the background. On the third, I noticed something that made the skin along my arms tighten. Just before the door slammed, Grace had whispered a name. It was faint, almost swallowed by the noise, but I heard it. “Margaret.” I looked at Ethan. “Did you hear that?” He replayed the recording and increased the volume. This time, the whisper was clearer. “Margaret.” Ethan immediately contacted his security chief and asked him to verify when the voice message had been recorded, whether its metadata had been preserved, and whether Grace's secure channel was still active. He also requested an emergency welfare check through the contact who had helped us establish the channel. “Don't call her directly,” he told me. “If someone has access to her phone, they could use the call to locate her.” “I know. But she sounded terrified.” “She was trying to warn us. We need t

I enlarged the photograph until the image blurred. The person behind Elizabeth was little more than a dark shape, the face lost in shadow, but the crescent pin remained visible near the collar. I knew that symbol too well by now. It had appeared on Samuel Cross, in records connected to Celeste, and in documents that should never have existed in the first place. “The second case was a decoy,” I said aloud. Ethan stood beside me, one hand resting on the back of my chair. “That's what Grace wrote. It doesn't necessarily mean the case Elizabeth carried was empty. It could mean it contained something intended to mislead whoever was following her.” “Or something that made them think they'd won.” “Exactly.” Adrian ended his call and came over. “My contact is sending people to Grace's guesthouse. No one has confirmed whether she's still there. The local police haven't been called yet because we don't know who might be connected to them.” “Can we see the full photograph?” I asked. “It'

Elias Voss was supposed to be a name buried in the old records. Instead, it was written across an envelope left beside an abandoned vehicle, in a railway district where Grace might have disappeared. I looked at the photograph again as Ethan gave instructions to his team. The envelope lay on the platform beneath a flickering light, its white surface marked by a dark thumbprint. There was no sign of Grace in the image, only the open passenger door of the car and a narrow trail of footprints leading toward the station. “Who is Elias Voss?” I asked Margaret as soon as she joined us in the car. She was silent for a moment, searching her memory. “He was listed among the private records custodians,” she said. “The same network connected to the crescent pins. I never met him personally, but Jonathan's notes referred to him as a records examiner. He was responsible for verifying certain transfers before they were entered into the private register.” “Was he trustworthy?” “I don't know. H