Chapter 823

Joanna turned her head slowly to look at me. A bitter smile tugged at the corner of her lips. "What are the odds of that really happening?" I pressed my lips together, unsure how to respond. She gave a small, self-mocking laugh. "Forget it. It's too early to jump to conclusions. Let's just wait for Juliette's findings." "Alright," I replied softly, my hands steady on the wheel as I kept driving. That night, I stayed with her. … The next morning, we were both jolted awake by the sudden ringing of her phone. It was Juliette calling. Joanna sat up instantly and answered the call. "Juliette, did you find something?" "Yes," Juliette replied, then launched into the details. "I looked into everything. Mr. Holmes Senior's medication isn't the issue. It was prescribed for critical emergencies. But he isn't sick." "What?" I blurted in shock and turned to look at Joanna. Her face went pale. She gripped the phone tightly, her fingers trembling. Her lips parted, but no words came out. I