Chapter 143

He had figured out a lead, but he kept it from her. Was it because he truly suspected she was behind it all and didn't want to tip her off? That sudden realization hit Victoria hard—it felt like ice water poured into her chest. The chill seeped into her bones, and all she felt was disappointment and hurt. So in the end, he didn't trust her either. He actually thought she might be the killer—so much so that he wouldn't even share clues with her. "I get it now." Victoria let out a bitter smile, gave William a glance, then turned and walked away. "Victoria, wait! What's wrong?" Henry quickly caught up to her. "Don't lose hope, okay? We'll figure it out. If your dad doesn't know anything, maybe Theodore does. He was at the hospital that day, maybe he saw something. Worst case, I'll go with you and we can talk to everyone who showed up today, see if someone saw something." He assumed she was just upset over the lack of leads, even offering to go find Theodore with her without a hint of hesi