Turning to Doreen, she whispered, “Doreen, go back to the studio. Don’t worry about me; I’ll cooperate with the investigation.”
Reluctantly, Doreen watched as Stella was escorted away, her heart heavy with anxiety.
Left standing at the studio entrance, her mind raced. She pulled out her phone and scrolled through her contacts, hesitating for a moment before deciding not to call Matthew. Memories of his attitude toward Lindsay and Robin being the victim of this case weighed on her decision. Instead, she chose to call Sanford.
Meanwhile, at the Prosperity Group headquarters, Neville stormed into the CEO’s office, his expression heavy with the weight of his findings.
“Matthew,” Neville began gravely, his tone somber. “The doctor who treated you in Sothrea passed away a month ago from a terminal illness. Strangely, his entire family has disappeared, and their whereabouts remain unknown.”
Neville’s frown deepened as he continued, his voice resolute, “The shooting in Sothrea was no accident.”
Matthew’s gaze turned icy at Neville’s words.
After a brief silence, he responded calmly, though his tone carried an edge, “Be cautious; don’t alert the enemy. Keep tracing the family.”
As he spoke, Matthew rubbed his temples unconsciously, a gesture that didn’t go unnoticed.
“Another headache?” Neville asked, concern evident in his voice.
Matthew nodded silently.
Recalling Cordell’s strict orders and noting Matthew’s worsening condition, Neville sighed heavily. “Cordell insists you go through with the surgery soon,” he urged.
He sighed again, knowing the ongoing chaos would disrupt Matthew’s surgery, which itself was risky.
The thought of Matthew’s precarious situation, combined with the risks of the surgery, filled Neville with a mix of frustration and determination. He made a solemn vow. “Matthew, I’ll find the mastermind behind the shooting incident. No matter what.”
As Matthew battled his splitting headache, a sharp knock interrupted them. Fernando entered hastily, his urgency palpable.
“Mr. Clark,” Fernando said, his voice taut with concern, “your wife has been taken by the police.”
Neville shot up from his seat, his face hardening. “What happened? Why was she taken?”
Fernando shook his head. “I don’t know the details yet.”
Matthew didn’t hesitate. As he rose to his feet, his voice rang with quiet authority. “Fernando, get the car. We’re going to the station.”
Meanwhile, Lindsay sat with Betsey and Leona in her apartment.
The plan to involve reporters had been Lindsay’s idea, and Betsey had been tasked with organizing them.
Tears streamed down Betsey’s face as she declared, “Stella must pay for Robin’s death.”
Her sobs intensified as she cried out, “Robin was everything to me! Lindsay, you have to make sure she pays.”
Lindsay observed Betsey’s emotional outburst, offering only a hollow expression of sympathy while her mind raced. The evidence should have already reached the police.