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The memory hit harder than the sting of alcohol. Whatever pain he felt now paled compared to what she had
endured.
Soon after, a nurse arrived with the tetanus shot, and the doctor administered it quickly. After the nurse and
doctor packed up their equipment and left, Kristopher turned to Oliver, his low voice cutting through the silence.
“Oliver,” he asked casually, “what's your opinion of Lise?”
Oliver froze mid-step, his professional mask slipping ever so slightly. He turned back, cautious. “In what sense,
sir?”
Kristopher’s gaze stayed steady. “Do you think she’s capable of murder?”
The air in the room thickened, and Oliver's forehead glistened with a faint sheen of sweat. His mouth opened and
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“Just speak honestly,” Kristopher said, his tone calm but laced with intent. “Even if you're wrong, it doesn’t
matter. Once we leave this room, we'll pretend this conversation never happened.”
Oliver hesitated, weighing his words carefully. “I can’t say for certain,” he admitted at last, his voice measured.
“But... | don’t think she’s as simple as she appears. That doesn’t necessarily mean she’s dangerous, but there's
more to her than meets the eye.”
Kristopher let out a soft chuckle. “Diplomatic, as always.”
“Not diplomacy, sir. Just honesty,” Oliver replied evenly.
Oliver spoke with glaring sincerity. His dedication to Kristopher was not borne out of diplomacy, but stemmed
from loyalty.
After a brief pause, Oliver continued. “I've always trusted my instincts when it comes to people, but | could be
wrong. That said, if Daxton managed to uncover something, there's no reason we can’t do the same.”
Kristopher didn’t respond immediately. Reaching into his desk drawer, he retrieved a cigarette, lighting it with a
steady hand. He took a slow drag, exhaling a swirling cloud of smoke. His eyes narrowed slightly as he stared at
a point beyond Oliver, lost in thought.
“Look into Lise’s recent movements,” Kristopher ordered finally, his voice low but firm. “See if that man had
been in contact with her.”
He had resisted delving into Lise’s life for so long, unwilling to entertain doubts about her. The heart in Lise’s
chest wasn’t just hers—it had once belonged to his sister. His sister, whose kindness and innocence had been
unparalleled. Speculating on Lise with malice felt like betraying the memory of his sister.
It was said that a person’s heart shaped their essence—that receiving a new heart could profoundly influence
someone's character, even altering their personality. Kristopher had clung to this belief as a lifeline, convinced
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmthat the kindness and purity of his sister would somehow imbue Lise with the squalities.
Carrie tossed and turned in the dimly lit bedroom, unable to sleep. Finally, she reached for her phone on the
bedside table and typed a message to Daxton. “Daxton, could you sendthe information you found? Did you
hire a private investigator? Can you passtheir contact details?”
Daxton’s reply calmost instantly: “Carrie, are you okay? You don’t trust me, do you?”
Carrie hesitated before responding. “I'm much better now. Don’t worry about me.”
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