Chapter 72 The Real Culprit
Immediately, Vania then cut him off, saying, “There’s no need for that. My assistant will be coming to pick me up, so you don’t need to go through the trouble. Thanks for visiting me these few days.”
With a darkened expression, Hanson spoke after a long time. “Alright.”
It wasn’t until he left that Linda came in.
With a heavy expression, she stood in front of Vania hesitatingly before stating, “Boss, about your accident. There really is something fishy about it.”
Foreseeing this already, Vania raised her eyebrows while playing with the apple in her hand, “What did you manage to find out? Tell me,” she uttered coldly.
Nodding, Linda reported, “Even though the driver had died, we still managed to uncover that he actually had a terminal illness in his brain, and that he had not had much longer to live. Also, he had never had any records of drunk-driving. On the day of the incident, he went to buy alcohol before he drove. After his accident, his originally poor family suddenly moved into a huge house and became wealthy. This was very weird to me. Plus, the mastermind this time obviously planned ahead, as we failed to obtain any evidence.”
Snorting, Vania replied, “I don’t need any evidence to know who did it. Since she always failed so many times after framing me, it would be very unbecoming of her to not learn from any of this. A failed thief will slip up sooner or later, so keep an eye out.”
Smirking, Linda knew who her employer was referring to, and she then added, “I’ve already sent men to watch over her. Also, we bumped into President Luke’s men while looking into the incident.”
This stunned Vania, as she did not think that Hanson would actively participate in investigating her incident.
By now, she had already clearly felt Hanson’s different attitude toward her. However, she still did not know why he was doing this, so she just ignored him all together.
Then, she said to Linda, “It’s been hard on you lately. I also need you to arrange for me to get discharged. When I recover, I’ll fill your off-days in.”
Smiling, Linda replied, “Alright, I’ll go do that now.”
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At the Luke Estate, Melanie, who was lying on the sofa in the living room, felt that the coldness of this mansion was more akin to an abandoned palace. Recently, she could feel herself being very uneasy, and cold sweat would mysteriously drip from her body.
Also, Morales and Morgan were not by her side, not to mention the ever elusive Hanson.
Currently, she did not look like a kind mother figure at all. She laid on the sofa while crossing her legs, which was far from being prim and proper like before. Now, she had truly let herself go.
She got to know that Vania was slowly recovering, and Melanie’s forehead was so tightly scrunched that lines appeared.
Whether it was by sheer luck or not, she could only rest easy once she took a look in the hospital.
The sound of the door opening could then be heard just as Melanie was about to apply makeup.
Her heart skipped a beat as she stared at the entrance.
As expected, it was Hanson who came in, his figure backlit.
Even though she had not seen him in a long time, he still looked as huge and imposing as ever, with his perfectly ironed shirt that had no wrinkles whatsoever and spotless leather shoes.
Not knowing whether to be surprised or happy, Melanie looked as if Prince Charming was walking toward herself. This only made her heart beat faster. Her expression was stiff, and even though she did not know why he suddenly came back, it was all she needed to feel love-struck again.
After being shocked for quite a while, Melanie finally combed through her hair using her fingers so as to appear too disheveled. She then said gently, “Hanson, you’re back.”
