One lowered his voice, his tone edged with a threat.


    If you dontply, we will have to escort you there by force.


    His threatening words hung in the air.


    Leaning against the wall, Hannah crossed her arms and surveyed her surroundings.


    A confrontation here would undoubtedly escte into a spectacle.


    With a dismissive flick of her hand, she suggested, Its too chaotic here.


    Lets find a quieter ce to talk.


    The two men were evidently taken aback by herposed response, their expressions brightening.


    Miss Moore, this way please. Hannah ascended several floors with them and entered the VIP ward area, where the two impostors led her to a specific ward.


    nking the entrance, two bodyguards eyed the duo and stepped aside, allowing passage.


    The men swung the door open, gesturing for Hannah to enter.


    Please, Miss Moore.


    Without hesitation, Hannah stepped confidently into the ward.


    Bang! The door mmed shut behind her, sealing her inside.


    Inside the room, Hannahs gaze fixed on the figure lounging on the sofa.


    The man was d in a pristine ck shirt, the sleeves of his right arm casually rolled up to reveal sinewy muscles.


    His deep ck eyes, sharp and prating, fixed on her as he sat enveloped in the rooms dim light.


    Hannah surveyed him without a hint of surprise. You arrived quickly.


    Remingtons gaze hardened as he studied Hannah, a mix of disbelief and intrigue coloring his tone.


    I didnt expect that you really were the culprit! Humph.


    Hannah let out a soft chuckle as she slowly advanced into the room.


    Hr.


    Lyons, it appears youve never really trusted me.


    Is it that I dont trust you, or that you actually did it? Remingtons eyes darkened with suspicion.


    Now that were at this juncture, what fabrications are you nning to concoct? Hannah, amused by his usation, retorted, I always thought you were astute.


    It seems I may have overestimated you.


    Remington, rather than taking offense at Hannahs sarcasm,ughed. Do you really think such remarks will make me cease my suspicions of you? Then enlighten me, Hannah countered smoothly.


    How exactly would I benefit from harming Peterson? Remington snorted dismissively.


    Im aware that it was Petersons own decision to follow you here.


    However, you acted rather rashly in dealing with him.


    You conducted the autopsy in the morgue, seemingly sending Peterson upstairs out of kindness, but then you orchestrated for your man to stab him.


    This scheme of yours was designed to catch Conors attention.


    You instructed him to return and inform me while you remained alone in the hospital.


    What a coincidence! There was a fire in the morgue and the corpse was burned.


    You emerge as the most suspicious person when these facts are taken together, Remington continued, his gaze trained on Hannah.


    Miss Moore, while I respect your capabilities, how would you exin these circumstances to me?