Chapter 1002
Nathaniel nodded respectfully toward Elliot, who was seated behind the desk, then turned and left the office.
Once he was gone, Lionel immediately leaned in.
“Elliot, should we investigate this further? Or should we bury this suicide note and let Romello’s trial proceed smoothly toward a death sentence?”
Elliot glanced at the letter on his desk, noticing the faint, unsteady handwriting.
“Don’t involve any personal grudges. We’ll handle this matter accordingly,” he stated. “Inform the Department of Justice about the new developments and postpone Romello’s trial for today.”
He continued with clear instructions, “Send this letter to a professional handwriting expert for analysis. As for Nathaniel’s revelation about Vanda’s depression, have Logan’s team thoroughly investigate it again.”
Lionel obediently took the letter and replied, “Understood.”
In the lab, Phoebe had been receiving continuous IVs.
After a few days of observation, it was confirmed that her nerves were fine.
Apart from some memory loss spanning nearly four years, her physical condition was nearly back to normal.
After leaving the National Investigation Bureau, Nathaniel learned that Phoebe could leave the lab and
hurried to see her.
Despite being half–siblings, he felt indebted to her.
Since he was no longer the director of the Special Investigation Department, he could not enter the lab
and could only wait outside.
Five minutes later, Howard and Phoebe emerged from the lab together. They walked side by side, yet
there was a gap of about a foot between them.
Although Phoebe knew Howard was her boyfriend, she did not recognize him, and she could not bring herself to hold hands or hug him in such a short time.
Nathaniel approached them and offered some words of consolation. “You’re looking good. It seems
you’ve recovered quite well.”
Howard concealed his sadness and asked Nathaniel earnestly, “Can we have a private conversation?”
Nathaniel gave it a thought and agreed.
Then, he pointed at the luxury car parked in the open–air parking lot, saying, “Phoebe, why don’t you wait in the car for a moment? We’ll join you shortly.”
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Phoebe’s gaze was innocent and clear.
She nodded and slowly made her way to the open–air parking lot.
Once she was gone, Howard spoke in a subdued tone for the first time.
“Nathaniel, can I take Phoebe back to my place to stay? I know we’re not engaged yet, and it’s not proper,
but I…! want to take care of her for a while.”
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The novel is too abusive it spoils the joy of reading it. I hate the punishment part between sheena and Eliot....