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    Despite the passing days, he could still vividly recall the woman’s visage, his heart pounding uncontrobly.


    Marlin read through the documents and then tossed them onto the desk.


    “They’re just a bunch of idiots. Did they really believe they held power? Ridiculous.” He shook his head in frustration. “I believe you know how to handle them.”


    Gerry, anticipating this, already had a solution in mind.


    “I’ll contact theirpanies’ executives and have all of them, including their senior leaders, fired.”


    It was a fairly generic solution, but of course, Gerry had no idea how important Norah was to Marlin.


    “See that it’s done as soon as possible.” Leaning back in his seat, Marlin closed his eyes and pinched the bridge of his nose. “How is the investigation going?” he asked. “Got anything useful?”


    Gerry shook his head. “I managed to dig up information about Miss Wilson’s life in Glophia, but nothing before that.”


    Marlin sighed and waved him away. “All right, that will be all.” So, Norah had gotten married and subsequently divorced. Her new boyfriend seemed to be the head of one of the most powerful families in Glophia. It was an impressive feat, especially for someone so young.


    Marlin’s hands balled into fists as he took a deep breath. Was he connected to Norah in some way? Why did his heart ache every time he thought of her?


    Meanwhile, over in Glophia:


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    “Here you go, Mr. Scott. This is the surveince footage of the ward from thest few days.” Phillip, looking worn out, gestured toward theputer screen and pressed the y button.


    “As per Susanna’s instructions, the camera only covers a small area of the ward, and the audio is deactivated.” Guilt was written all over his face as he spoke, and his voice grew quieter. “I’ve been with her every single day, but I had no idea that she was thinking about… well, that.”


    The fruit knife had been kept in one of the drawers of the bedside table. No one ever imagined that Susanna would use it to harm herself.


    “It’s all my fault. Maybe if I had talked to her more often, things wouldn’t havee to this.”


    Phillip gazed through the window at the woman lying in the ICU ward. Scenes of all the time they had spent together shed in his mind, breaking his heart all over again.


    Sean reached out and patted Phillip on the shoulder. “It’s not your fault, Phillip. None of us noticed that something was off. We couldn’t have known.”


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