The Divorcee Amazed the World

“Okay, I promise you,” Willis’s pitch-black, profound gaze locked onto Helena with a calm intensity.

His tone, firm yet gentle, conveyed, “You must stay strong, endure this with determination.”

A few simple words,

Helena, fingers gripping the operating table, lips tightly pressed, nodded at him, facing him with a pretense of strength despite her obvious fragility, making Willis feel even more distressed.

He looked at her steadily.

It was a very profound look.

That look seemed to place all hope on her.

After that one look, he resolutely opened the door and walked out.

As if afraid that staying longer, he would not want to leave.

Once outside,

He removed the isolation suit.

Willis called his assistant, asking, “What time can we expect the police investigation results?”

Glancing at his watch and then at the busy police inside the room, the assistant replied, “We need to wait for the shop assistants to arrive. They will inspect footprints, fingerprints one by one. The cup used by Mrs. Santana needs to be taken back for analysis. I estimate the earliest we can expect results is tomorrow morning.”

“Hand over your phone to the captain.”

“Okay, Mr. Santana.”

“Captain.” The assistant called to the captain, handing him the phone. “Mr. Santana wants to speak with you, sir.”

Taking the phone, the captain greeted politely, “Mr. Santana, hello.”

Willis went straight to the point, “My wife just told me that she drank some problematic flower fruit tea. You can start the investigation from that tea. The suspects are Susan, Grace, and Ryan. Please dispatch someone immediately to find these individuals and request their cooperation in the investigation.”

The assistant, standing nearby, couldn’t help but break into a cold sweat upon hearing this.

This was a case of sacrificing one’s own for the greater good.

Even his own father was being pushed away.

The captain also thought he had misheard and repeated, “The suspects are Susan, Grace, and Ryan, right?”

Willis replied, “Yes.”

The captain hesitated, “But Mr. Ryan has a special relationship with you, Mr. Santana.”

With a cold expression, Willis said, “The law is fair and just. If he hasn’t done anything, you will naturally clear him of any charges, won’t you?”

The captain was left speechless.

After a few seconds, he responded, “You have a point.”

After hanging up the phone,

The captain pointed to the box of flower fruit tea on the table and instructed his assistant, “Pack up this tea; send it back to the station immediately for analysis. Get the results as soon as possible.”

“Okay, Captain.” The assistant said, sealing the unpacked flower fruit tea in a bag.

A person was dispatched to send it back to the station overnight.

Haden stood not far away.

When he heard the words “flower fruit tea,” he trembled and quickly walked over, asking, “Officer, I heard you talking about flower fruit tea just now?”

The captain nodded slightly, “Mr. Santana just called and mentioned that Helena suspects the flower fruit tea.”

As soon as Haden heard this, he said, “I gave her that flower fruit tea. If you want to know anything, just ask me.”

The captain made a pause gesture, “Wait a moment; I have more important matters to attend to right now.”

He went to the trash can to look for the remnants of the flower fruit tea.

Discovering that the trash bag was newly changed, he went to the pantry, where the trash had also been disposed of.

The captain rushed out and asked Haden, “Who is responsible for taking out the garbage in your shop? At what time do they usually do it?”

Haden answered truthfully, “The cleaning staff is responsible, there are two of them. They usually take out the garbage around six or seven in the morning.”

The captain looked at his watch, “Where do they usually dispose of the garbage? Take me there quickly.”

Haden dared not delay, “Okay, I’ll take you there now.”

Leaving two teammates to watch the scene.

The captain, accompanied by other team members, followed Haden, who led the way, to the public trash bin outside the mall.NôvelDrama.Org holds text © rights.

By now, it was already three or four in the morning.

The garbage truck would come to collect the trash around six or seven in the morning.

They had to find the flower fruit tea residue Helena had thrown away before that.

The surveillance was destroyed.

The garbage had been disposed of.