Jack looked around the treatment room which looked sterile, with white walls and a strong smell of medicine. The room seemed to reflect the journey full of surprises he had just experienced. Even though his physical weakness was still felt, the warm light from the ceiling lamp provided a comforting touch that lifted his spirits.Ashley, who quickly noticed Jack's awakening, grabbed his head. Ashley's eyes were full of worry, and soon, the cold sweat on Jack's forehead became an outlet for her deep worry."Jack, I'm so worried about you! I'm afraid of losing you," Ashley said in a shaky voice, accompanied by hints of unstoppable relief.Jack tried to smile even though it was weak, raising his hand to wipe the tears that fell from Ashley's eyes. Ashley's face became a theater of feelings, a mixture of relief that Jack was conscious of and happiness that was difficult to express in words."I'm sorry, Ashley. I didn't mean to worry you," Jack said in a gentle voice as if trying to erase a
The police entered Jack's room with steady steps, making their steps clearly audible on the cold floor. Their sharp gazes seemed to scan every detail of the room, creating a paralyzingly tense atmosphere. The room that was previously filled with silence, was now filled with an aura of tension that was almost palpable to anyone inside.Jack looked at Ashley gently, signaling that he understood her momentary absence. Ashley responded with a small smile, trying to convey both support and concern through her eyes. Before leaving the room, he touched Jack's shoulder briefly, giving a small warmth as a sign of encouragement.“I'll wait outside,” Ashley said.Meanwhile, the police sat around Jack's bed, presenting an unwavering yet cautious professional demeanor. The air in the room felt so tense as if the room itself was absorbing the intensity of the situation that was developing. The lead detective, who probably had a lot of experience working on difficult cases, looked at Jack with sharp
Ashley sat beside Jack's bed, the room filled with tension hanging in the air. Her face reflected deep worry and infinite curiosity. "Jack," she said in a soft voice, trying to get to the heart of the series of questions that haunted her, "since taking you to the hospital, so many questions have haunted my mind. How did Diana Buchanan die? Who tried to drown you? And most disturbingly, how could Daniel Collins be involved in all this?"Jack took in the complexity of the situation and nodded slowly, fully understanding the question floating through Ashley's mind. "I don't know how this happened either, Ash. I trusted Diana, and that's why I went without a bodyguard. I thought I was safe, but it seems like everything changed so quickly."Ashley feels the need to provide support to Jack, who is now caught in a difficult situation. She touched Jack's arm gently, trying to convey warmth and trust. "I can't imagine how difficult this is for you, Jack. We have to find out the truth and prove
Meanwhile, in his luxurious office, Daniel Collins sat in his chair with an angry face. The dim light from the luxurious wooden table lamp gave off a tense atmosphere. With one hand holding the phone, Daniel spoke to someone on the other end who seemed very angry. "I have confirmed that Jack Ashworth is tied tightly, even handcuffed. There shouldn't be anything that can keep him safe," said Daniel in an angry voice, trying to calm the other party on the other end of the phone.However, the voice on the other end continued to increase until it reached a high level of anger. Daniel felt the pressure mounting, and he held his head with his right hand while propping his elbow on the table. "I understand, I understand," he said in a low tone, trying to manage the increasingly tense situation.After the conversation was finished, Daniel hung up the phone with a rude
After the police left his office, Daniel Collins pondered in silence filled by the expensive aroma of his room. He sat in his dark leather chair, his face a combination of momentary relief and the tension that still haunted him. The evening light coming in through the tall windows creates mysterious shadows around it, giving a dramatic feel to the atmosphere.When his frustration boiled over, Daniel took his frustration out on the large wooden table that dominated the room. The luxurious objects displayed on the table shook with a loud bang. "They think they can find something out on me?" he hissed, his hoarse voice creating a palpable vibration of unease in the air of the grand office.After that, Daniel took his cell phone, a sophisticated device with a gold casing, and contacted his loyal subordinates. His cold and firm voice pierced the ears as he spoke, reflecting the authority and power he possessed. "I have a job for you," he said, breaking the silence of the office.His obedie
Detective Smith, with an empathetic attitude, realized the heavy burden that Richard Buchanan had to carry. "Mr. Buchanan, we know this is a difficult moment for you. We are simply seeking the truth, and if there is anything else you would like to share, perhaps something you may have missed, that would be very helpful."Richard looked at the detective with eyes filled with regret. "I just want to find out who is responsible for my grandson's death. I don't want any more families to have to go through this suffering."Detective Jones added, "We understand your feelings, Mr. Buchanan. We will work hard to bring justice to Diana. Any additional information you provide could be the key to uncovering the truth."Richard motioned to his waiter to give the detectives drinks. "Thank you, but I think I've said all I know. Diana, despite her unpleasant life choices, is my granddaughter, and I love her. I just want her to get justice."Detective Jones added, "We'll do everything we can, Mr. Buc
"Is it true that you were once Jack Ashworth's girlfriend?" the lead detective asked, his gaze remaining sharp.Suzzane felt her heart pounding when the question was thrown at her. She swallowed carefully, trying to think of the best way to answer the question without invading her privacy any further.Suzzane felt an oppressive silence as she tried to form words. "Yes, that's right. That happened many years ago when Jack was still a servant at the Hawthorne family home."Detective Jones nodded, taking note of the information. "Do you know if Jack has a grudge against Diana Buchanan?"Suzzane answered honestly, "I don't know. After our relationship ended, I lost contact with him. It was a long time ago, and I don't know what happened in his life. I only know that he is rich now."However, the atmosphere changed when detectives showed CCTV footage showing the incident on the road. Suzzane stared at herself on the screen, trying to talk to Jack, who was sitting in his car. Detective Smit
Jack sat on the hospital bed, his brown eyes focused on the ceiling, which offered no answers to the questions that were bothering him. The quiet atmosphere in the room made him reflect deeper into himself. The bright lights in the treatment room created a gloomy atmosphere, reflecting the complexity of his thoughts that could not be overcome simply.The smell of medicine and the noise of medical machines mixed with the worry that enveloped the room. As Ashley sneezed next to him, Jack lifted his gaze from the ceiling and looked at her with pain hidden behind her brown eyes.“Ash, you should rest at the mansion. You're too tired looking after me," Jack said to Ashley.Ashley's weak voice broke the silence, "Jack, I can't leave you alone. What if something happens?"Hearing the uncertainty in her voice, Jack smiled gently. "Ashley, I'll be fine. Bodyguards will look after me here. You also need to rest yourself. Go home to the mansion. I don't want to see you getting tired."Ashley low