Mrs. Larson exclaimed, "Mr. Alvarez!"
Mrs. Larson dropped the tray and rushed to support him. Then, she shouted, "Dr. Halliday, come quickly!"
Dr. Halliday hurriedly entered the room and held Lewis' other shoulder. "Mr. Alvarez, why are you bleeding so much?"
Lewis paused for a moment before sitting back down. "I'm fine."
Dr. Halliday raised an eyebrow. Perhaps only death would qualify as a serious condition for Lewis.
He treated Lewis' wound, rebandaged it, and advised him, "Mr. Alvarez, your injury isn't too severe, but you've lost a lot of blood. If you lose this much blood a couple more times, you might not survive."
Exhausted, Lewis closed his eyes and leaned back against the sofa. "Leave."
Dr. Halliday frowned and exchanged a glance with Mrs. Larson, who cast him a glance. The two silently left the room.
The bedroom was so quiet that one could hear a pin drop. The bright lights cast a cold glow.
The next day, when Josephine woke up, the room was empty.
She struggled to sit up. After starving for two days, she didn't have much energy left. She got out of bed and opened the bedroom door to leave the room.
The guards in the corridor straightened up when they saw her, their eyes fixed on her.
As she made her way downstairs, she saw guards everywhere. The mansion was heavily fortified.
"Mrs. Alvarez, you're awake. Would you like some food?" Mrs. Larson quickly approached and extended her hand to assist Josephine.
Josephine shook her head and continued walking toward the door.
Just as she reached the front door, Darren stopped her.
Josephine looked at him and said, "I want to go to the hospital."
"Mr. Alvarez said that you're not feeling well now. You should wait until you're better before going out."
Josephine had expected that.
She smiled bitterly and turned back.
Her figure appeared frail, as if a gust of wind could blow her away.
Before entering her bedroom, she noticed Conrad hurrying to the study. He paused while opening the door.
Inside the study, Lewis propped himself up with his shoulders. He lay on the sofa and closed his eyes, pretending to be asleep.
All the curtains in the room were drawn, leaving the room pitch-dark. Only a slight glimmer of light seeped through the gaps in the curtains.
Conrad entered the study and approached the sofa quickly. He handed over some documents to Lewis.
"Chairman Alvarez ..." Conrad hesitated, his expression complex.
Lewis opened his eyes and stared straight at him. "Speak."
Conrad handed the documents to him. "Our team found a body at the base of the mountain. However, we can't determine the person's appearance due to the prolonged water immersion."
Lewis sat up straight. He opened the folder, took out the photos, and went through them.
The photos showed a severely decomposed body, but the height and the clothing matched Seth's. Even the hairstyle was identical, right down to the gunshot wound.
Lewis frowned. "Was the DNA tested?"
"Yes, but there's no DNA match for Seth in the database. So we can't confirm his identity through DNA comparison for now."
Lewis looked at the photos several times, his brow furrowing deeply. "It's only been three days, and the body is so badly decomposed?"
"Yes, the forensics mentioned that the water quality in that area is poor, with a high level of microorganisms. Given the circumstances, this level of decomposition in three days is within the normal range."
After saying that, Conrad glanced at Lewis' expression.
Lewis still seemed tense and lost in thought. Conrad asked softly, "Chairman Alvarez, do you have any doubts remaining?"
"Where is the body located?"
"At the mortuary."
Without a word, Lewis stood up from the sofa and walked toward the study's exit.
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