"Your mother?"
"Cynthia Zimmers. The heir to the Zimmers Group. She died in a car accident seven years ago."
Amanda Spencer's vacant gaze slowly came into focus, and then she gradually lowered her head.
"You haven't forgotten you once had a friend like that, have you?" Ivy Holden asked.
"How could I? We were high school classmates. Even though we went to different universities, we never lost touch."
"And?"
"Later, she had the car accident. I was heartbroken. But accidents happen, and there was nothing anyone could do. Luckily, your mother still had you. I'm not so fortunate—I've worked hard my whole life and am still all alone."
"But at least you weren't murdered. You didn't die an unnatural death," Ivy Holden said with a sigh.
"What… are you saying?" Amanda Spencer suddenly looked up at Ivy Holden.
Ivy Holden just stared at Amanda Spencer without a word.
"Has Cynthia's case been reopened? Did they find a new lead?"
"Do you think there might be a lead that was missed?"
