New beginning: Billionaire love story (Claire and Alex) novel Chapter 508

Winnie adjusted the collar of her white coat, her heart pounding as she walked through the dimly lit hospital corridors. The scent of antiseptic lingered in the air, blending with the low murmurs of nurses and patients. She held a tablet in her hands, its screen filled with fake patient records to maintain the illusion that she was a doctor making rounds.

The psychiatric ward was quiet, with most patients either resting or engaged in therapy sessions. No one paid her any attention—just another doctor on duty.

She had spent the past few days gathering information, trying to figure out the identity of Evelyn, the woman who frequently visited Lisa. And now, the opportunity to uncover the truth had finally presented itself.

From the corner of her eye, she spotted Evelyn. The woman, clad in a dark blue coat with her hair tied neatly in a bun, was walking briskly toward the garden just outside the ward.

Perfect.

Winnie kept her head down, pretending to be absorbed in her tablet, but she was hyper-aware of every movement Evelyn made. The moment Evelyn stepped outside, Winnie discreetly followed, careful to keep a safe distance.

Evelyn pulled out her phone and answered a call almost immediately. Winnie crouched behind a row of well-maintained bushes near the hospital garden, her breath shallow as she strained to listen.

At first, Evelyn’s voice was calm, but as the conversation progressed, her tone became tense.

“What do you mean he’s arrested?” Evelyn snapped. “That can’t be right! My husband is a good man!”

Winnie’s grip on her tablet tightened. Her husband?

The police officer on the other end of the call spoke in a firm tone. Though Winnie couldn’t hear every word clearly, she caught fragments of the conversation.

“—evidence against him—”

“—conspiracy involving the Peterson family—”

“—illegal activities—”

Evelyn’s lips parted slightly, her eyes darting around as if she feared someone might be watching her. But then, something changed in her expression—something calculating.

“I… I don’t understand,” she said, her voice suddenly softer, tinged with disbelief. “My husband would never do something like this.”

Winnie narrowed her eyes. She’s lying.

She wasn’t entirely sure who Evelyn’s husband was, but from the way she was reacting, it was clear that she knew about his crimes.

The officer continued speaking. “Mrs. Robertson, we need you to come to the station for questioning.”

Winnie felt a chill crawl up her spine.

Robertson.

Evelyn’s real name was Gretta Robertson.

Even though Winnie didn’t know the full extent of what that meant, she knew one thing—it was big.

Evelyn—Gretta—exhaled sharply, frustration seeping into her tone. “Fine. I’ll come in soon.”

The call ended, and Gretta gritted her teeth. Then, to Winnie’s shock, she muttered under her breath:

“I need to get Lisa out of here… and make Claire pay for what she’s done.”

Winnie’s eyes widened in horror.

What?

The pieces were falling into place. This wasn’t just about visiting Lisa—this was about freeing her. And it wasn’t going to be through legal means.

Winnie took a slow, careful step backward.

Her hands trembled slightly as she reached for her phone. She needed to tell Claire—now.

She quickly ducked away from the bushes, keeping her movements light to avoid drawing attention. As soon as she was a safe distance away, she tapped Claire’s number.

It rang once.

Twice.

Then Claire picked up.

“Winnie?”

Winnie kept walking, her voice urgent but hushed. “Claire. I found out who Evelyn is.”

There was a pause on the other end. “…Who?”

Winnie swallowed. “Her real name is Gretta Robertson.”