The following day.
Accompanied by his assistant, Alex Brown went to the police station.
“I am the owner behind the restaurant and bought it in the first place purely for the convenience of dating Emma… aka Emma Rosy, the object of your current suspicion. Including the back door of the restaurant, which I also ordered to be altered.”
The police officer nodded and continued to inquire, “The original restaurant owner never mentioned your presence, was it at your behest?”
“That’s right. The turnover of a restaurant is irrelevant, and as long as it doesn’t bother me, he can handle the day-to-day affairs.” Alex Brown still sounded calm.
The officer then asked a few more questions, but since he had been abroad all this time and had no knowledge of what had happened in the case, he didn’t ask any useful information.
Seeing that the officer seemed to have finished asking questions, Alex Brown folded his hands and leaned towards his desk: “Now, can you tell me the progress of the investigation of the case?”
Alex Brown’ appearance removed a few of Emma Rosy’s original suspicions, but in order to get his help, the officer reluctantly agreed to his condition of revealing the progress of the case.
“So the only evidence you have is that one fingerprint on the murder weapon?” After hearing this, Alex Brown shook his head ridiculously: “There is not even the chef’s own fingerprint on the back kitchen knives, only Emma Rosy’s, what exactly is the reason, you have not considered?”
In fact, not only on the knives, as far as they have found, only five people’s fingerprints appeared in the entire back kitchen. Among them are four diners, including Emma Rosy, and one, the fingerprints left on the broken plate by the waiter.
Such meticulous thinking is obviously intended to put Emma Rosy to death, but the case can not be based on mere speculation, but also with real evidence to do.
Eric Chan was already waiting outside in his car when he came out of the police station.
Alex Brown’ head was aching again, so he leaned back in the car until Eric Chan carefully asked him where he was going, then he thought for a moment and sighed: “Wright Family.”
Wright Family, a car parked in a secluded place across the street, through the dry branches, you can see the white curtain hanging quietly in the bedroom on the second floor of the villa.
A few hours passed and the phone rang, the female doctor he had met on the plane, harassing again.
Alex Brown answered with a frown, and the crease in his brow deepened when he learned of her intentions.
He hung up the phone and opened the door to get out of the car. Eric Chan peeked out of the window and, without waiting for questions, he ordered in a deep voice, “Go pick her up from work.”
From the tone of Alex Brown’ phone call, Eric Chan already guessed who the other party was, and was reluctant to do so, so he deliberately played dumb.
“Who will you pick up, Mr. Brown? Your health is most important now, I’d better…”
The second half of the sentence was swallowed by Alex Brown’ sharp gaze, and he slowly started the car to go to the hospital.
The beautiful doctor seemed to see his rejection, deliberately and elegantly pulled open the car door and sat in, saying, “Go to Mr. Brown, that sweetheart of his is already with someone else, I must tell him myself.”
If you want to meet with Mr. Brown, just say so, why use Miss Richard as an excuse?
Eric Chan brushed aside: “This lady, Mr. Brown and his ex-wife are very good, you’d better give up early, it’s better for everyone.”
The beautiful doctor snorted.
Eric Chan shook his head, stopped talking to her, and drove straight back to the Wright Family’s old house.
When the car arrived, it was also time for him to go home for an infusion. With a final glance in the direction of the bedroom, he turned around and fondly got into the car.
In the corner of the glass window, a familiar figure flashed by before the car lights came on and slowly started.
“Pop!”
The porcelain bowl in her hand fell to the ground, Emma Rosy dashed downstairs like a madman, Charles Taylor froze in place for a few seconds before hurrying down after her.
When she reached the foyer, Charles Taylor grabbed Emma Rosy’s hand, his face a bit reproachful: “Where do you think you’re going again?”
“Alex Brown!” Emma Rosy pointed towards the door, her whole body shaking with excitement: “It’s really Alex Brown, I’m right this time, I swear!”
Charles Taylor, of course, did not believe it, he just thought she was mentally unstable and hallucinating again.
“Emma, listen, I’ll try to find a way to contact Alex Brown for you, okay?”
“Why should I try to find a way? He’s obviously out there!”
Emma Rosy couldn’t understand how everyone didn’t believe her, she didn’t have a problem with her eyes, let alone being crazy!
The sound of They arguing brought Master Wright out of the living room, seeing Emma Rosy’s near frantic attempt to get to Alex Brown, he sighed and shook his head at Charles Taylor: “Let her go.”
Charles Taylor understood what Master Wright meant, and although he couldn’t bear it, he let go of his hand.
Finally regaining her freedom, Emma Rosy rushed into the yard, the car had already driven away, and who exactly was sitting inside, she would never know.
Inside the car, Eric Chan looked through the rearview mirror and vaguely saw a distant figure suddenly dwarfed and seemingly fainted.
He did not intend to tell Alex Brown, but if something happened to Emma Rosy, Alex Brown would also break his faith in life, hesitating for a few seconds, he tentatively said: “Mr. Brown, Miss Richard seems to have…. has fallen.”
“Stop!”
Alex Brown bellowed, his headache intensifying under the emotion, but before the car stopped, he eagerly went to open the door.
Eric Chan rushed to dissuade him, but saw the female doctor a hand knife, directly knocked Alex Brown unconscious.
“What are you doing? Mr. Brown? Wake up Mr. Brown!”
Eric Chan stared at her with cold eyes, “Tell me! Who the hell are you and what are your intentions in approaching Mr. Brown?”
The beautiful doctor snickered, looking at him like he was an idiot.
“You should know better than me how your Mr. Brown’ condition is, the interruption of treatment without regular infusion is equal to accelerating his death!”
Thinking about this, it is even more angry: “Just now if you let him get off, do you think he can still be on time for today’s infusion?!”
Although Eric Chan still had his doubts about her, he had no choice but to follow her advice and send Alex Brown home first.
When Alex Brown woke up, the doctor was at his bedside, and Eric Chan was standing in the middle of the bedroom, looking like he was apologizing.
Seeing him open his eyes and look at himself, Eric Chan immediately bent down: “Sorry Mr. Brown , my subordinate did not follow your instructions and brought you back privately, please be punished.”
He had already missed the opportunity to meet Emma Rosy, and he didn’t have the courage to look for the past, now in this case, what is the point of blaming others?
Alex Brown was silent for a long time, then suddenly asked, “How much time do I have left?”
He actually knew very well how his own health was.
The female doctor did not hide and answered truthfully: “I don’t know. If you don’t undergo surgery, as the blood clot in your brain expands, the moment when the compressed nerve line is overwhelmed is the day you will pass away. Even if you undergo surgery, the chance of success is only about twenty percent.”
So there is still some time, this should be considered good news, right?
Seeing his appearance of not caring about his life, the beautiful doctor couldn’t help but ask Eric Chan after he left the house why he couldn’t stop thinking about Emma Rosy.
“Mr. Brown He… had a marriage with Miss Richard, and also gave birth to a child, and then separated due to various misunderstandings, and even experienced life and death, but always loved each other.”
“And now?” The beautiful doctor clasped her arms, a look of disdain in her eyes: “Mr. Brown is sick, why doesn’t that Miss Richard show up?”
“Miss Richard is not clear about Mr. Brown’ condition, this is Mr. Brown’ intention.”
The beautiful doctor disagreed with Eric Chan’s statement.
She admitted that she was interested in Alex Brown, and even liked him, which was why she was desperate to find out the evidence that Emma Rosy did not love him.
When she returned home yesterday, Emma Rosy came out of the hospital where she worked and looked like she had just received treatment, so she should be able to find a lot of information from the medical files.
The next day at work, she looked up Emma Rosy’s medical records on the hospital’s networked computer.
To her surprise, all the files with Emma Rosy’s name on them were confidential.
As the doctor was trying to figure out what to do, Emma Rosy came to the hospital for a follow-up appointment, and she was not going to let go of this opportunity.
Joe Wright is busy with work these days, and she does not want to bother Charles Taylor, so she has to do it herself. Unfortunately, she seemed to have overestimated her own strength, and after a few trips up the stairs, her vision became a little blurry, and she thought she was suffering from hypoglycemia again.
She wanted to lean against the wall to rest for a while, but when she turned around, she bumped into someone…
“Sorry, I…”
She hastily apologized, and when she raised her eyes to see the person in front of her, she froze violently.
The day she was discharged from the hospital, she thought she saw Alex Brown sitting in the car, and it was this woman who got out of that car!
Wearing a white coat, was she the doctor here?
“It’s okay, the hospital is crowded on weekends.” The beautiful doctor smiled generously, her eyes fell on the checklist in her hand, and her brow wrinkled slightly: “There are still many people lined up in the hematology department, if you go now, I’m afraid you can’t even get in line at noon, why don’t you find a place to rest first.”
Seeing the other party finish her sentence and survey herself suspiciously, Emma Rosy came back to her senses and nodded as an afterthought, “Good, then I… thank you ah doctor, I will go first…”
She pointed her finger back out into the hall, incoherent for half a day, unable to say a complete sentence.
“You don’t look well, if you really don’t feel well, why don’t you go and sit in my office? I happen to be on my lunch break.”
“Is that really okay?” She asked cautiously.
“Of course.” The beautiful doctor made a please gesture and led the way currently, “By the way, my name is Everard, you can call me Dr. Everard.”
“Everard…” Emma Rosy repeated dully, her mind darting back to the women who had been around Alex Brown, but none of them matched this doctor.
Tina Everard opened the door with her key and brought two glasses of hot water from next door.
Such a fine woman has a natural attraction, and besides, Emma Rosy wants to find out about Alex Brown from her, so naturally she makes an effort to befriend her.
And for Tina Everard, who wanted to get to know her rival better, Emma Rosy’s approach was just what she wanted.
When it was time to say goodbye after the follow-up appointment, Emma Rosy stood on the steps outside the lobby for a long time without moving.
She really wanted to ask, “Do you know Alex Brown?
But the words stuck in her throat, and she couldn’t say them anyway.
In the end, nothing was said, and she forced a smile and waved goodbye.
Staring at Emma Rosy’s back, a trace of sarcasm crossed Tina Everard’s face.
She had clearly recognized her, but she never mentioned the status of Alex Brown.
Thinking of Alex Brown’ painful and desolate appearance, she felt a sense of revenge for no reason and ran down the steps to Emma Rosy’s side.
“Miss Richard, did you drive here?”
During lunch, she saw the car keys in Emma Rosy’s purse and hoped that her prediction would not be wrong.
As expected, Emma Rosy nodded blankly and asked what she wanted.
“I just remembered I have the afternoon off and I’d like a ride.” Tina Everard narrowed her eyes and smiled, “Do you mind?”
Can you forget something like a vacation?
Emma Rosy is slightly suspicious, but still agreed to get in the car, before asking Tina Everard where she lives, even if it’s not the same way, will still take her home.
Tina Everard gave her address, and Emma Rosy’s heart shook abruptly when she heard it.
“What’s wrong, there’s a problem?” Tina Everard pretended to be puzzled, as if going to Alex Brown’ house by herself had become a routine.