The Cold Surgeon's Contract Bride novel Chapter 859

"Zoom in. Let me see his face," I urged Mr. Fletcher, my heart racing with a sudden urgency.

Mr. Fletcher followed my instructions, blowing up the footage from the final seconds before Maxwell's plunge.

Maxwell lowered the hand holding his phone, staring blankly down the staircase. After a long, haunting pause, he pressed his lips into a tight line, as if he had just made a life-altering decision.

Then, leaning his upper body completely forward, he threw himself headfirst down the stairs.

"That... doesn't look like an accident," Mr. Fletcher whispered, his brow furrowing in disturbed confusion.

He was absolutely right. Maxwell didn't look like a man who lost his balance; he looked like a man who deliberately hurled himself down a flight of concrete stairs.

Sabrina instantly went on the defensive. "Mr. Fletcher, nobody in their right mind intentionally throws themselves down a staircase! Especially not my dad. He's been bedridden for years and just woke up. There is zero chance he'd do something like this."

"I apologize, Sabrina. I didn't mean to imply anything," Mr. Fletcher quickly backtracked.

But I cut through their bickering with a sharp, demanding question. "Mr. Fletcher, where is Maxwell's phone?"

"Bring us the phone right now. We need to find out exactly who Maxwell was talking to right before he went over the edge," Ferris commanded, his voice cold and authoritative.

We exchanged a quick glance, both of us reading the exact same conclusion in each other's eyes.

Yes, we were both absolutely certain that Maxwell's fall was no accident. He had deliberately thrown himself down those stairs.

But he wouldn't just attempt suicide on a whim, and he certainly wouldn't do it just to scam the care center out of a medical bill. He did it because someone ordered him to.

And that someone was whoever was on the other end of that phone call.

I needed to know exactly who drove him to do it.