If Vivian had truly been someone who chased wealth and power, she would never have risked herself to save him.
The thought kept circling in Fabian's mind.
Had he really been wrong about her all this time? The possibility gnawed at him. Part of him believed he must have been mistaken. Another part refused to accept it. The conflict grew unbearable.
Finally, he picked up his phone.
"It's me," he said quietly when the call connected. "I need you to investigate something. I want the truth."
After returning home, I took a long shower, washing away the sharp smell of disinfectant that had clung to me all day.
By the time I stepped out of the bathroom, exhaustion had already taken over. The moment I lay down, sleep came fast. I hadn't slept well during my hospital stay, and my body immediately relaxed now that I was home.
