“Yeah, this situation is serious. We need a quick resolution,” Cordell added.
Before Matthew could respond, Fernando joined them. “Mr. Clark, Lindsay’s safe at home now, and she’s not alone,” he informed.
Acknowledging this, Matthew nodded and directed, “Check everything thoroughly. Make sure no stone is left unturned, especially anyone Robin last spoke with, right down to the car dealership staff.”
Fernando and Neville nodded in agreement. As they turned to leave, Matthew called them back with a firm reminder. “And make sure you focus on Stella’s pen. It’s key to proving her innocence.”
Determined, he was resolute about clearing Stella’s name.
In the studio, Doreen, having heard about Stella’s ordeal, was seized by a wave of anxiety.
Her mind raced with horrific scenarios, haunted by the thought that she might have inadvertently harmed Stella. Her complexion turned ashen, and she gripped her hands together, wrestling with a mix of guilt and dread.
But before she could sink further into her worries, the police arrived to take her statement.
The mention of Stella made Doreen’s heart skip a beat. She strove for composure, maintaining an even tone as she inquired about Stella’s well -being, her concern palpable.
The officers, however, remained tight-lipped about Stella’s condition, focusing instead on the missing pen.
Doreen confessed that the pen had been misplaced, and she and Stella had scoured the area for it. Overwhelmed, she couldn’t help but ask, “What does the pen have to do with what happened to Stella?”
Her eyes mirrored her inner turmoil—confused and anxious for answers.
The officers kept to their script, steering clear of specifics and instead delved into any potential conflicts between Stella and Robin.
Doreen was thorough, fearing that any missed detail could jeopardize Stella’s case. She shared everything she knew, determined not to leave any stone unturned.
After escorting the officers out, Doreen was soaked in sweat, her chest tight with unease.
She had planned to reach out to the woman who had given her the funds, but when she picked up her phone, she paused. Facing the mysterious woman felt daunting, and the uncertainty of how the situation might unfold weighed heavily on her. In the end, she refrained from making the call. Instead, she resolved to visit Stella in the hospital to uncover the truth.
At the same time, Sanford was consumed by worry as he hurried to meet Declan. In the middle of lunch, Declan looked up at the sight of Sanford rushing in, irritation flickering across his face.
Once Sanford sat, he wasted no time.
“Did you have anything to do with what happened to Stella?” he asked, his gaze sharp with suspicion.
Declan met Sanford’s eyes, his expression calm.
“What are you talking about?” he replied, his voice even as if unaware of Stella’s predicament.
Sanford, realizing he might have been hasty, took a moment to steady himself. He relayed the entire series of events, stressing that harming Stella served no purpose for them. His hope was to extract a straightforward response from Declan, confirming his innocence.
Declan set his utensils aside, fixed his gaze on Sanford, and said bluntly, “Sanford, you’ve fallen for Stella.”
His eyes bored into Sanford, cutting through any pretense.