Chapter 692
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Gorman suggested, “How about we check it out ourselves? You might recognize Alexa better than I would. We could take some people with us, and if it’s her, we could detain her until the police arrive.”
Raising an eyebrow, Linsey joked, “When did you get so involved? Are you thinking of becoming a detective?”
“Of course not,” Gorman answered without missing a beat. “It matters to me because it involves you. If it didn’t, I wouldn’t have given it a second thought.”
He hesitated, then added, “If you’re tired, we don’t have to go.”
Ignoring Gorman’s somewhat vague declaration of concern, Linsey pondered for a moment before saying, “Let’s take a look. Bring some of your guys. And be careful—you’ve just been bandaged up, and we can’t afford any more injuries.”
“Alright, your call,” Gorman responded, his eyes gleaming with resolve.
Soon after, Linsey and Gorman proceeded along the hospital corridor. They were accompanied by several tall bodyguards, their presence drawing curious glances from passersby.
Linsey exhaled deeply, saying, “Maybe this wasn’t such a good idea. It feels excessive to roam a hospital with an entourage.”
Gorman let out a light chuckle before his tone turned more serious. “It’s alright. When Carol showed up out of nowhere earlier and tried to hurt you, I got slashed across the back. The hospital’s been on edge ever since and even mentioned tightening their security. So having—”
A few bodyguards around us now? That’s nothing out of the ordinary.”
While they conversed, they neared Jeffery’s hospital room.
A sudden noise from inside the room startled Linsey.
Gorman immediately stepped in front of her, his face set in a protective expression.
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Catching her breath, Linsey said, “It’s alright, just be careful.”
Her eyes drifted toward Jeffery’s room, where the door sat slightly open, letting every sound from within spill clearly into the hallway.
Linsey couldn’t help but wonder about the cause of the noise. She had a growing suspicion that word of Carol’s suicide might have already reached the Lawson family.
A second later, Myla’s anguished cry rang out from the room. “It was you! You’re the one who swapped my real daughter all those years ago! Tell me—where is she now?!”
Linsey found herself caught off guard, stunned by the words that had just reached her ears.
A flicker of curiosity stirred in her—she wondered where the Lawson family’s real daughter had ended up and who exactly Myla was confronting behind that door.
Yet, Linsey decided not to dwell on it.
The affairs of the Lawson family were not her concern; her focus was on locating Alexa with Gorman.
Just as she was turning to leave, a hoarse voice from the room asked, “Mrs. Lawson, are you really unaware of your biological daughter’s location?”
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