Chapter 1378:


    Her words were like a sudden burst of light in the darkness.


    “What?” Jarrod couldn’t hold back, shouting with a mixture of disbelief and relief.


    Then the nurse added something that left him utterly stunned.


    Her tone grew serious. “Also… please inform Maia Watson that the previous payment she made has not been used up. She doesn’t need to make another transfer for the medical expenses.”


    Jarrod’s voice rose sharply. “Maia paid? Are you certain? When did she make a prepayment for the hospital?” His grip on the phone tightened.


    “It was the previous time,” the nurse exined, quickly rifying. “I even reviewed the surveince footage from that day. It was definitely Maia. Recently, another sum came in, and I verified the remitter’s information—it was the same ount, also hers.”


    Jarrod felt as if he’d been struck by lightning, his mind freezing. He couldn’t believe that Maia had paid his parents’ medical expenses.


    Wasn’t it supposed to be Rosanna? Had he misremembered?


    No, it couldn’t be Maia. The nurse must have made a mistake.


    He refused to ept it. “Are you absolutely certain it was Maia? Not my younger sister, Rosanna?”


    “Absolutely,” the nurse replied. “You cane to the hospital and review the footage yourself, Mr. Morgan. Aren’t you all family?”


    Her words shattered Jarrod’s mental defenses.


    Ending the call, he remained motionless, as if turned to stone. Maia’s earlier response echoed in his mind. “I didn’t.”


    Her voice had been so steady, so natural—nothing like someone lying.


    And yet, in his fury, he had refused to believe her.


    Damn it! What on earth was happening?


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    Rosanna had imed she made the payment. And his father’s phone records showed that he had received a call from Maia before the fall.


    Jarrod couldn’t imagine Rosanna lying. Nor could the nurse have fabricated the story.


    The contradictions were suffocating.


    Had Maia really been the one to ce his parents in danger? Had she truly been thest person to speak with his father?


    It was a question that had tormented him for so long. Now, the truth was on the verge of being revealed.


    If it wasn’t Maia, had he been seeking revenge against the wrong person all along?


    No, he couldn’t let that happen.


    Jarrod’s eyes fell on the faint glow in the darkness, the mark he had personally painted on Maia. That light now seemed to mock his own foolishness.


    Jarrod stood abruptly.


    There was only one thought in his mind. He had to stop Cohen.


    Until he knew the truth, Maia could not die.


    Meanwhile, Cohen moved silently through the crowd, using the cover of darkness to close in on Maia.


    His boots made no sound, each step measured and precise. Equipped with specialized night vision goggles, he could see the surroundings far more clearly than anyone else.


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