Chapter 142 I Am Here to Ask You a Question

In the two weeks after Cressida was discharged from the hospital, her life fell into a peculiar kind of silence. She couldn't return to her apartment. Tristan had put her in a penthouse downtown with incredibly tight security. Her meals were delivered to her by a designated staff member, and someone from the hospital would visit her regularly to treat her and assist with her rehabilitation. To her, the only window to the outside world was Tristan. "There's still no news on the whereabouts of the driver at fault," said Tristan. He put a document on the coffee table in front of her, then he undid the top button of his shirt and sat on the couch at he side. Cressida picked up the document. There were only a few lines on it. The conclusion was the same as every single report in the past two weeks. The car had a fake license plate. It appeared out of the sudden and disappeared without a trace. The driver who crashed into her vanished into thin air at a blind spot of the surveillance c