Drowning Him In Regret novel Chapter 72

Chapter 72 Confession

Chapter 72 Confession

I hadn’t fully regained consciousness yet, but the familiar scent told me I was back in the hospital. It was probably even the

same room

I moved my hand slightly and slowly opened my eyes. Jude rushed over immediately.

He asked, “Ada, how are you feeling? Are you in any discomfort?”

His eyes were full of concern, so much like how he was back in college.

He said, “You have low blood sugar? Why don’t you carry candy with you? Didn’t you open the package I gave you? There’s a box of chocolates inside, perfect for carrying around.

Jude unwrapped a piece of chocolate and placed it in my mouth. Then he picked up a water bottle to feed me, but I took it from him and set it aside.

When the doctor walked in, he looked at me with a pained expression. “Mrs. Carson, didn’t I say…”

I quickly responded, “Doctor, I’m sorry. I should’ve listened and kept candy with me.”

The doctor glanced at Jude but didn’t say anything more.

He knew I didn’t want others to know about my condition, so naturally, he wouldn’t reveal my privacy.

Jude panicked. “Doctor, is hypoglycemia really that serious? She could faint just like that?”

I replied, “I didn’t faint. Someone hit me.”

Not wanting Judeto keep pestering the doctor, I quickly changed the subject to what had happened today. Originally, I thought that once Jude got the video, Vivian would make a move.

I hadn’t expected her to strike first. Clearly, my luck wasn’t improving.

I reached back to touch the lump on my head and took off my wig. There was a noticeable bump there.

“I got hit here. It’s best to call the police. I suspect someone intentionally planted a virus on my computer and stole my

video evidence.” I briefly explained what had happened, and Jude’s brow furrowed tightly.

“I’ll call the police right away. Don’t worry. I won’t let anyone hurt you.” He sounded so resolute, but I didn’t even feel like smiling.

I got attacked inside Carson Group, and he hadn’t even noticed I’d been knocked out. How exactly was he going to protect me?

Before he could call the police, his phone rang.

After hearing the other end, Jude stood up quickly.

He exclaimed, “Randy turned himself in? He was the one who hit Ada? Where is he now? Has he confessed to everything?” “Okay, I’m coming to the station right away!” He hung up, and I was already out of bed, putting on my shoes.

I said, Let’s go. I’m the victim here. We should settle this together.”

Jude didn’t want me to go, insisting I stay at the hospital. But I was just as insistent.

I said, “My computer had data related to multiple engineering projects. I have to go. What if he has a backup?”

Seeing how determined I was, Jude finally agreed to come with me.

The fact that Randy was behind this felt strange to me.

But all I could think about was that he might’ve copied my project materials, and if so, the project timeline could still be saved.

When we got to the police station, Randy really had confessed to everything.

Not only did he admit to intentionally planting the virus on the design department’s computers, he also confessed that he’d hit me out of guilt.

An officer said, “Mrs. Carson, the forensic doctor will examine your injuries later. You can file for compensation as well.

“He’s involved in stealing trade secrets and intentional assault. The court will determine the sentence.”

The police took my statement and summarized the situation.

I asked to see Randy, but he refused.

The officer replied, “He said he couldn’t stand the thought of a woman becoming a director and held a grudge against you for being in charge of such a major project.”

He added, “He doesn’t want to see you, or anyone from the company. I suggest you get a lawyer and start the compensation process.”

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Chapter 72 Confession

Randy was just a designer. There was no way he could afford the full damages for this project. Jail time was inevitable. But I couldn’t shake the feeling that he wasn’t working alone.

I asked, “Officer, that night he was drinking with us and completely wasted. How could he have gone back to the office?”