I Became His Sweetheart

“Good job,” Elijah praised, but his true emotion was still unreadable. He flipped through the investigation materials while Leon explained the details to him.

“You asked me to look into the events from back then, and | found that Ms. Moore’s schedule at the time aligns perfectly with your car accident’s timeline. In other words, there is undeniable evidence that Ms. Moore was your savior from thirteen years ago,” Leon stated confidently.

Elijah sifted through the materials, frowning slightly.Content protected by Nôv/el(D)rama.Org.

“There's another matter...” Leon hesitated.

“Out with it.” Elijah glanced at him, signaling him to continue.

“We made new progress in Ms. Moore’s assault. The investigation results are attached at the back of the file,” Leon explained. Following his words, Elijah turned a few pages and came across several photographs.

He studied them closely, his previously relaxed brows knitting again.

The shining green Santana in the photos was unmistakable. The thought ignited the anger within him, and he continued to scroll through the pages, growing increasingly agitated.

The rest of the photos were similar, except for the last one.

In that picture, a few figures were faintly visible in the night. Elijah tried hard to identify them but could only recognize Sheena among them.

“According to these photos and the investigation into Ms. Sheena’s activities that day, she was indeed present at the scene when Ms. Moore was assaulted. And there’s this.” Leon pointed at a specific photo, saying, “It appears Sheena was involved in some kind of transaction with someone.”

Then, Leon continued, “The man standing behind her appeared to be Howard's assistant, Yuri Flores. It’s highly likely that Sheena had Howard carry out this act. Regardless of the outcome, Sheena’s involvement is undeniable.”

Elijah’s face remained devoid of emotions as he continued to scrutinize the images.

“To think that someone as gentle and kind as Ms. Moore would be treated this way... | can’t believe Sheena could be this malicious!” Leon clenched his fists, urging further, “Mr. Freeman, you must stand up for Ms. Moore and teach Sheena a proper lesson! You have to seek justice for Ms. Moore!”

Elijah looked at Leon, who bore an earnest expression and nodded. “Okay. We'll discuss this further when we return.” His face returned to its usual calm demeanor, still unreadable to others.

The next morning, the hospital was bustling.

Jennifer had prepared herself early, leaning against the bedside, ready to face the interview.

“| know that accepting an interview now might lead some to speculate about my intentions or even put me in the spotlight,” Jennifer pretended to be strong, continuing, “But | want to clarify that Mr. Freeman and | were childhood sweethearts, and circumstances forced us apart later on. | may not know what happened during my absence, but | can firmly declare that I’m not a homewrecker, nor did | destroy his marriage with Sheena!”

Her eyes glistened with tears, yet she bit her lip resolutely to hold them back.

The sound of camera shutters clicked incessantly, and the flashing lights were blinding, nearly causing her to lose her composure. However, she could not afford to falter as she had to use this opportunity to gain sympathy from the public.

“Ms. Moore, we have a few questions. Would you be willing to answer them?” A reporter extended a microphone toward her