The Ex-Wife He Can’t Have novel Chapter 494

Gibson's expression hardened. "Even if it wasn't scrutinized back then, we're doing a full public restructuring and apology now. We have to investigate this internally and give the family closure."

The assistant looked uneasy. "Mr. Xavier... regarding that specific case, Mr. Quincy from the Quincy Group actually intervened back then. The police were prepared to launch a full investigation, but Mr. Quincy used his connections and influence to bury it."

Gibson was jolted.

It suddenly made sense. When the maternity hospital scandal first broke and threatened to tank The Xavier Family's stock, Killian really had stepped in to help suppress the media storm.

Gibson had assumed Killian was just doing a solid for an old friend. He'd even thanked him personally at a gathering. He had no idea this unresolved skeleton was hiding in the closet.

"Understood. You can go," Gibson said.

Once alone, Gibson opened the old file again.

The summary was brutally sparse. A decade ago, a woman had given birth to The Jarrett Twins. She had suffered a massive hemorrhage during labor, creating a critical emergency.

The hospital's emergency protocols had failed spectacularly—they mistakenly declared the surviving baby girl a stillborn, informing the family she had died.

Panicking over the mother and the surviving boy, the family had signed away their rights, leaving the supposedly dead infant girl to be disposed of by the hospital.

But the baby girl had been alive. To avoid a catastrophic lawsuit, the hospital covered up the error, secretly transferring the child without ever notifying the mother or the family.

Staring at the typed words, Gibson felt a suffocating weight of guilt. He had been studying abroad at the time. He never could have imagined their hospital was capable of something so sinister.

He immediately pulled out his phone and dialed a number, his voice steely. "Look into a decade-old case for me. I need every single detail."

For the rest of the day, Gibson buried himself in the company's chaotic operations.

The fallout from the maternity hospital was astronomical, and the facility was still closed for restructuring. Between managing the PR disaster and keeping the rest of the medical empire afloat, he was forced into endless corporate dinners that left him physically and mentally drained.

It was 1:00 AM by the time his last meeting ended.

In the dead of night, Metro City had stripped away its bustling glamor, leaving the streets eerily quiet.

Gibson declined a friend's offer for a ride and dismissed his driver for the night.

His alcohol tolerance wasn't great to begin with, and after days of relentless pressure, he just wanted to walk alone.

He strolled down a broad avenue lined with sycamore trees.

The crisp autumn breeze rustled the leaves, and the streetlights cast a hazy glow, stretching his shadow thin against the pavement.

Gibson, clad in a long black cashmere coat with his hands shoved in his pockets, savored the midnight solitude.

Suddenly, a soft, melodic woman's voice caught his attention.

He glanced over and saw a man and a woman strolling side-by-side, clearly a couple on a late-night date.

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