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Chapter 986
The medication had a sedative effect once injected.
While Phoebe slept peacefully, Sheena stayed with Howard, keeping him company for a while. For days, Howard’s focus had been solely on Phoebe, almost oblivious to the world around him.
It was not until this day that he asked, “How are things over at Romello’s?”
Sheena replied truthfully, “Something happened at the Nicholls residence. Madam Nicholls passed away unexpectedly. Elliot and Lionel are investigating the matter, but Romello insists that it was Nathaniel who did it. The crimes he committed were all based on Nathaniel’s confession, and he has thrown doubt on all the solid evidence. Elliot has him in the interrogation room, and they’ll have to find conclusive evidence again before he can be convicted.”
Howard’s brow furrowed with concern as he gently rubbed Phoebe’s hand.
In a deep, solemn tone, he asked, “Is there any chance he could completely overturn the evidence, get acquitted, and leave Nathaniel taking the blame?”
Sheena confidently replied, “Impossible. Nathaniel has suffered a lot to help us find evidence this time. Both Elliot and I won’t let him take the fall for nothing.”
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtHoward nodded in agreement. “Right. Nathaniel has gone through so much for us. As for Romello, he’s just a heartless beast.”
His voice was hoarse, seething with anger.
Phoebe lay in bed in a drowsy haze when suddenly, she furrowed her brow and withdrew her hand.
from Howard’s tight grip.
Her weak, parched lips murmured softly, “Romello, it’s m–mine…”
Her words were barely audible.
Howard leaned in closer, gently pressing his lips to hers, asking tenderly, “Phoebe, what did your say? What about Romello?”
Sheena also leaned in, curious. “Phoebe, what did Romello do to you before?”
She struggled uneasily, mumbling, “Engagement… with Wayne… must listen… Romello’s words…”
Those few words revealed a wealth of information.
Perhaps it could prove that Romello had indeed used hypnotic techniques on her.
Sheena and Howard exchanged a glance, both thinking along the slines.
Sheena Immediately left the room to call Elliot, asking him to bring in a professional neuropsychologist from the National Investigation Bureau.
After making the call, she gripped her phone tightly, feeling a hint of relief inside.
It was good news. Everything seemed to be moving in a positive direction, and now they could only hope for the best.
Marius sat in a small office in the National Investigation Bureau.
Today, he was not tasked with accompanying Jacob on missions. Elliot had given him the day off to rest in the office.
Suddenly, thoughts of Romello’s frantic instructions to destroy everything on the top floor flooded
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmMarius’s mind…
He opened the bottom drawer, retrieving a small glass vial he had discreetly taken earlier.
It was kept well, with a tiny amount of clear liquid left inside.
That day at the Nicholls residence, it seemed like many such vials of chemicals were destroyed in
the backyard.
Did Romello truly harbor sunspeakable secrets?
Thinking back to Romello’s recent exploitation and oppression, Marius wondered if he would once again endure the torment of running himself ragged once Romello was safely out of interrogation.
Marius stared at the vial in his hand, torn by his conscience.
Suddenly, there was a knock on his door, startling him.
It almost caused him to drop the vial.
After calming his nerves, he hid the vial back in its place and asked in a composed tone, “Who is it?
The person outside knocked a few more times.
“I’m Lionel Jenkins, Captain of the Fourth Division at the National Investigation Bureau.”