Chapter: 1068

“We heard your voice. We just wanted to ask you a few questions about your case."

"Alright, then."

They both moved two chairs and sat beside her bed. They carefully asked if she knew the identity of the two men in her room and if she had more information about the case.

Norah gave her full cooperation, telling them every bit of information she knew. She made the wisest choice to call the police.

She couldn't have dealt with the corpses if she had killed them.

The policemen, once they got the necessary information they needed from her, stood up to leave. “Safe recovery, Miss Wilson, and thank you for your cooperation."

"Thank you, officers. Thanks a lot for rushing me to the hospital."

Otherwise, it would have been a whole different story.

The policemen left the ward.

"Sir, that woman was not totally honest," the young policeman said "When we asked her if she knew the two men who came to murder her, she said no. But her body language said otherwise."

The old policeman gave him a playful knock on his head. "Very well observed. She is the victim and the information we got is enough to start our investigation. Along the line, the truth about their relationship will be exposed."

After the police left the ward, Jarrod and Marlin also came into the ward. They both met at the door and were holding flowers.

"Mr. Newman?" Marlin said with an arched eyebrow. "Are you a close associate of Miss Wilson?"

Jarrod, with a mischievous smile, answered, "I am more than a close associate of Norah. I heard you guys didn't get along. So why do you come here with flowers in your hands to visit her? It doesn't make sense."

“That is strictly between Miss Wilson and me. I don't owe you any explanation."

Immediately, Marlin pushed the door and said, “Miss Wilson, I heard that you were admitted in the hospital, so I decided to pay you a visit."

Jarrod, with his head appeared from behind Marlin, said, "And me too, Miss Wilson."

"Hi, guys. Why are you here?"

Norah struggled to rise in bed as Jarrod and Marlin entered the room.

They both carried a bouquet of flowers and a basket of fruits, ideal gifts for a hospital patient.

Norah, clad in white pajamas, appeared pale and frail from her illness.

Jarrod settled beside the hospital bed first, placing the bouquet on the bedside table.

It consisted of vibrant sunflowers in full bloom, casting a cheerful glow across the room.

Concern etched on his face, Jarrod addressed Norah, "My mom's in the hospital. My dad called to let me know about your hospitalization.