"Check on the surveillance." Dixon quickly responded and immediately made a call to Carney, asking him to check on the surveillance footage of Mahkota Medical Center in the past few days. If the person had been here not long ago, there would definitely be a record of it.
And all this was taken in by the two people listening in secret.
"Dixon is going to check the surveillance."
"It's okay." One of them said, "Let's go."
Back to Rebecca's ward... Quincy carefully observed everything in the ward. When Dixon knew Rebecca might have no hope of recovery, he sent her here confidentially to prevent anyone from secretly doing anything to Rebecca. It was the same as indirectly putting Rebecca under house arrest. So, she wouldn't be able to escape if she woke up.
At this moment, Dixon's eyes are full of alarm. "I think there is a scent in the air."
Quincy frowned, "What scent?"
"The scent is familiar."
Dixon was also recalling. Because he didn't have all his memories back, it was a little difficult for him to think of what the scent was. But he must have smelled it somewhere. Or, he must have come across it recently.
Looking at Dixon thinking so painfully, Quincy could only pat him on the shoulder. "Take your time. I'll check on Rebecca's physical condition first."
He sat down beside the bed and spoke, "Hello Rebecca, I'm Quincy."
Rebecca was lying there, unmoving. She was deeper into a coma than Caldwell had been at the time.
Any voice that could have reached Rebecca's mind was a blur.
Quincy said, "Your sister Maria hid a lot from you. Or, we should say that she used you for a lot of things. So, you know what?"
Rebecca had no reaction. Her eyelashes didn't even flutter.
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