She clicked on the email, revealing its contents. [Help me find someone, Cynthia Yates, female, from
Nexuria, here’s her picture. Find all the information you can about her, and name your price.]
Cynthia glanced at the sender’s email address, an account she had frequently interacted with a few
years ago. They had both been knowledgeable and shared similar goals, which led to a period of
mutual assistance. However, they eventually lost touch.
However, why would this person want to investigate her?
She quickly typed a response. [Did she do something to you?]
Joshua received it as soon as the message was sent. He had assumed that after several years without
contact, she might not even use the account anymore, so he was prepared for his message to go
unanswered. However, to his surprise, she responded almost instantly.
Reading her reply, he sat in the back seat of a car, fingers tapping on the keyboard. “No, I’m helping a
friend. I can’t say more. Can you find any information?”
Cynthia looked at his latest response and furrowed her brow in contemplation. In the next moment, as if
she had realized something, she opened the photo Joshua had sent. She noticed that the background
appeared to be the living room of a luxurious villa. She replied, [Is your friend Joshua?]
She rarely investigated people’s backgrounds, even those she was in contact with, like the person she
was messaging now. She primarily used her technical skills to gather evidence. However, now…
Was it Joshua looking into her? Or someone close to him?
“Cynthia?” Jimmy waved a hand in front of her face. “Cynthia!”
Cynthia shifted her gaze from the phone screen and looked at him indifferently. “What’s up?” “What
were you thinking about?” Jimmy stopped the car at a traffic light, his curiosity piqued. “You were
staring at your screen for a long time.”
“Nothing.” Cynthia locked her phone screen and put it in her pocket, ignoring any further messages in
her inbox.
“Before you got off the plane, my sister sent me a message saying that the surgery went well for
Shirley, and she’s already resting in her ward.” Jimmy continued driving as the light turned green. “She
wanted me to tell you not to worry too much.”
Cynthia responded, “Alright.”
However, she could not help feeling worried. Shirley had always been the apple of her eye, the kind of
child who would cry in pain over a minor scrape. Now, she had a broken bone and at head injury, and
Cynthia could not imagine how much pain the poor girl was in.
At six thirty in the afternoon, Jimmy dropped her off at the hospital, informed her of Shirley’s ward
number, and then went to park the car.
Cynthia entered the third inpatient ward and made her way to the sixth floor. The closer she got to
Shirley’s ward, the more anxious she became. Her palms were damp with sweat when
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she finally reached the door.
She looked inside through the window of the ward. A cute, well–behaved girl lay in bed with her eyes
closed as if asleep. Beside her bed sat her worried, deadbeat father, Mr. Yates. He was already in his
fifties, but his handsome face looked more like that of a man in his thirties or forties.
Sensing Cynthia’s gaze, Mr. Yates looked up, and their eyes met through the observation. window.
In that instant…
Both of their hearts experienced a slight disturbance as Mr. Yates‘ gaze seemed to be glued to Cynthia,
unable to look away.
“Cyn…” Cynthia, unable to express her emotions, composed herself and opened the door to the
hospital room. She was still wearing the casual black suit and white T–shirt she had worn to the divorce
proceedings, giving her a cold and aloof appearance.
She closed the door behind her.
“Cyn.” Mr. Yates‘ voice choked with emotion as memories surged uncontrollably in his mind.
“How is Shirley?” Cynthia asked, not addressing him as she approached the bed to look at the girl who
was sleeping deeply.
Mr. Yates suppressed his emotions and answered her question. “She should be fine. Her wounds have
been treated, but we’ll have to wait until she’s recovered to do more tests.”
Cynthia nodded in response, and the room returned to silence.
Mr. Yates‘ gaze rested on her, noticing she had lost weight.
“You…” Mr. Yates hesitated.
“I’ll be here at the hospital. You should go home,” Cynthia interrupted, her tone cold.
Mr. Yates did not speak. He wanted to ask her how she had been these past two years, but he knew
that Cyn would not discuss such things with him. After carefully considering his words, he asked, “You
and Joshua…‘
“We’re getting a divorce,” Cynthia said as she sat down beside the bed, her gaze fixed on Shirley.
Understanding that Cynthia did not want to talk much with him, Mr. Yates exchanged a few more words
of concern before finally leaving the room.
As he was leaving, he ran into Jimmy.
“Mr. Yates?”
“Cyn must have rushed back without eating lunch.” Mr. Yates said, glancing back at the room before
adding, “Make sure she eats something later.”
“Alright,” Jimmy agreed, knowing that Cynthia and Mr. Yates did not have a great
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