Chapter 72 Confession
Chapter 72 Confession
I hadn''t fully regained consciousness yet, but the familiar scent told me I was back
in the hospital. It was probably even the
same room
I moved my hand slightly and slowly opened my eyes. Jude rushed over immediately.
He asked, “Ada, how are you feeling? Are you in any difort?"
His eyes were full of concern, so much like how he was back in college.
He said, "You have low blood sugar? Why don''t you carry candy with you? Didn''t you open the package I gave you? There''s a box of choctes inside, perfect for carrying around.
Jude unwrapped a piece of chocte and ced it in my mouth. Then he picked up a water bottle to feed me, but I took it from him and set it aside.
When the doctor walked in, he looked at me with a pained expression. "Mrs. Carson, didn''t I say..."
I quickly responded, "Doctor, I''m sorry. I should''ve listened and kept candy with me."
The doctor nced at Jude but didn''t say anything more.
He knew I didn''t want others to know about my condition, so naturally, he wouldn''t reveal my privacy.
Jude panicked. "Doctor, is hypoglycemia really that serious? She could faint just like that?"
I replied, “I didn''t faint. Someone hit me."
Not wanting Judeto keep pestering the doctor, I quickly changed the subject to what had happened today. Originally, I thought that once Jude got the video, Vivian would make a move.
I hadn''t expected her to strike first. Clearly, my luck wasn''t improving.
I reached back to touch the lump on my head and took off my wig. There was a noticeable bump there.
"I got hit here. It''s best to call the police. I suspect someone intentionally nted a virus on myputer and stole my
video evidence." I briefly exined what had happened, and Jude''s brow furrowed tightly.
"I''ll call the police right away. Don''t worry. I won''t let anyone hurt you." He sounded so resolute, but I didn''t even feel like smiling.
I got attacked inside Carson Group, and he hadn''t even noticed I''d been knocked
out. How exactly was he going to protect me?
Before he could call the police, his phone rang.
After hearing the other end, Jude stood up quickly.
He eximed, "Randy turned himself in? He was the one who hit Ada? Where is
he now? Has he confessed to everything?" "Okay, I''ming to the station right away!" He hung up, and I was already out of bed, putting on my shoes.
I said, Let''s go. I''m the victim here. We should settle this together."
Jude didn''t want me to go, insisting I stay at the hospital. But I was just as insistent.
I said, "Myputer had data rted to multiple engineering projects. I have to go. What if he has a backup?"
Seeing how determined I was, Jude finally agreed toe with me.
The fact that Randy was behind this felt strange to me.
But all I could think about was that he might''ve copied my project materials, and if
so, the project timeline could still be saved.
When we got to the police station, Randy really had confessed to everything.
Not only did he admit to intentionally nting the virus on the design department''sputers, he also confessed that he''d hit me out of guilt.
An officer said, "Mrs. Carson, the forensic doctor will examine your injuriester. You can file forpensation as well.
"He''s involved in stealing trade secrets and intentional assault. The court will determine the sentence."
The police took my statement and summarized the situation.
I asked to see Randy, but he refused.
The officer replied, "He said he couldn''t stand the thought of a woman bing a director and held a grudge against you for being in charge of such a major project."
He added, "He doesn''t want to see you, or anyone from thepany. I suggest you get awyer and start thepensation process."
Chapter 72 Confession
Randy was just a designer. There was no way he could afford the full damages for this project. Jail time was inevitable. But I couldn''t shake the feeling that he wasn''t working alone.
I asked, "Officer, that night he was drinking with us andpletely wasted. How could he have gone back to the office?"
The officer looked at the report. "He said he faked being drunk. In the business world, some people can hold their liquor. Maybe you didn''t notice. He went home first, then snuck back to the office, figuring no one would suspect him." "Then why turn himself in?" That was the part I found most suspicious.
There was no direct evidence against him. He even had witnesses who could vouch that he never returned to the office, so why confess?
The officer exined, "He thought he might''ve killed you. If the boss''s wife dies,
he figured it''d mean the death penalty, so he decided it was better to turn himself
in."
That exnation seemed usible, but I couldn''t shake the feeling that
something didn''t add up.
When I finished giving my statement, Jude rushed over.
He asked, "You okay? Does your head still hurt?”
I shook my head and whispered, "Something feels off. I think Randy had help."
Jude frowned. "You sure? Any proof?"
I thought for a moment, then said, "He really seemed drunk that night. Everyone saw it. The timing just doesn''t fit. And that night, Vivian..."
Before I could finish, Vivian came rushing in. "Jude! Jude, are you okay? I heard something happened at thepany." Her hand was wrapped in a bandage. No wonder she wasn''t at the office today.
I was about to speak, but she quickly stepped between us.
Then she looked down in shock at her arm, eyes filling with tears as she clutched
Jude''s sleeve. “Jude... my wound reopened... Jude..."
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