Revenge of The Furtive Billionaire Heir

40. Who’s pissed?

It takes only one more hour for the police to contact Gerald and me. They swing by the hospital and get the statements. It’s the same detectives from before, and they look much paler this time around, the creases on their foreheads seemingly permanently etched. They mutter about suspects and urge us to notify them if we see any sort of suspicious activity. There are still no leads from the last case.

It is only after they leave the premises after taking our statements that I realize that I forgot to ask them if they had paid Aiden a visit.

When Coraline’s parents arrive, the time is around 03:00 AM in the morning. They see me in the hallway in front of the emergency unit and come to a stop. I have a good idea of what I look like, my eyes bloodshot and half-closed from sleepiness, my hair barely held down by running my hand through it a couple of times, still dressed in that wrinkled, blood-stained suit that is starting to smell.

Coraline’s parents take one look at me and demand that I