A bad feeling started creeping into Reba’s mind. “What are you looking at?” Jessica asked as she walked in. Seeing Reba holding the file, she leaned over and skimmed it. “This use looks almost the same as the property transfer one,” she said casually.
“It’s the Deed of Property Transfer,” Reba replied, setting it aside and picking up the other documents on the desk.
Every single one was dated July 16. All of these papers were basically about property transfer. She still remembered that on the day her mom had the ident, they’d been out shopping together.
Her mom promised to tell her something when they got back, but just after pulling into the parking lot, the ident happened.
“Jessica,” Reba suddenly felt weak all over.
Jessica noticed her pale face and asked with concern, “What’s wrong?”
“Do you remember how my mom’s ident happened that day?” Reba asked. Memories rushed back, and she hesitated, unsure if she wanted to voice her suspicion.
‘What if my mom’s ident wasn’t an ident? Could someone have nned it? Richard? Or someone else?‘ she thought.
“When you went to the parking lot to get the car, someone hit the elerator instead of the brake and ran into your mom,” Jessica recalled the incident. “What’s going on?”
Reba handed her the document with the Deed of Property Transfer date. “Look at this.”
“July 16,” Jessica murmured, eyes narrowing. “This date…”
Before she could finish, realization hit her. She looked at Reba seriously. “Your mom’s ident was on this same day?”
“Yes,” Reba confirmed.
Jessica immediately guessed what she was thinking. “You think someone nned it on purpose?”
“I hadn’t thought that way until I saw thi date… It’s too coincidental. I can‘
Back then, the girl insisted it
fer,” Reba admitted, emotions stirring. “But the
en her driver’s license. She panicked, kept apologizing, and confused the brake with the elerator because she was
after the ident, he dodged responsibility and even scolded her. At the focused on her mom, making emergency calls and contacting Jettrey, so she
Now, if this had been nned, whoever was behind it would have been extremely skilled at
manipting people.
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At the time, she had no reason to suspect anything. “Should we try to find that girl?” Jessica asked tentatively. “Back then, she couldn’t afford the medical bills, and you didn’t press charges. She’d probably cooperate.”
“If it wasn’t an ident, she wouldn’t cooperate,” Reba said, her mood heavy.
“For now, it’s just spection. Maybe it really is a coincidence,” Jessica reasoned. “Wasn’t she in the hospital taking care of your mom for months? If it had been nned, she wouldn’t have had the nerve <i>to </i>stay that long.”
That was exactly why Reba hesitated. Too many things suggested it was really an ident. After all, a real nner wouldn’t have stubbornly stayed to help care for her mom for months.
Reba had asked her to leave, but she said she had to help since she couldn’t pay anything. She was sincere enough that theyter forgave her mistake.
“Ask her first,” Jessica decided. “It’ll stop you from overthinking.”
Reba forced down her emotions, gathered the few documents on the desk, and walked around the study onest time. Most of the books made no sense to her anyway.
She was about to check the other rooms when she suddenly ran into Richard on the staircase. “I thought you weren’ting?” he said. He’d been waiting outside hermunity since he left, confident she’d show up, and he guessed right.
Looking <i>at </i>him, Reba decided to bluff. “Was my mom’s car ident your doing?”
Her dad wasn’t exactly subtle; if it had been him, he would’ve given himself away. “Crazy,” Richard muttered and stormed inside, searching the study without restraint.
Watching him, Jessica asked Reba, “Are we gonna do something?”
“Yes,” Reba replied.
Jessica pulled out her phone and called the bodyguards who had been following them, keeping her eyes on Richard as he rifled through the room. “Head up to the third floor and escort Richard down. He’s in the way.”
“Got it,” the bodyguards said.
Momentster, four well–trained guards arrived, grabbed Richard, and led him downstairs, leaving him baffled. Realizing Reba and Jessica were forcing him out, he panicked. “Reba! I’m your dad. What are you doing?”
Reba said nothing. If she’d known Richard was tailing her, she never would havee today. “If you don’t let me take my things, I’ll burn this ce down, and then you’ll have nothing left!” he threatened.
“If it gets burned, you’ll be the prime suspect,” Reba replied calmly. “Jessica and her bodyguards can vouch
for me.”
Richard froze<i>, </i>realizing he’d forgotten about Jessica. Once he was escorted away, Reba pulled up the
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contact info for the girl from back then on her phone and sent a message: [Camille, are you still in Jsburg?]
The reply came almost instantly: [No, I’m in Honn.]
Reba was about to ask why she’d left Jsburg when Camille called. Her voice was gentle, just like before. “Reba, do you need me for something?”
“Just checking in,” Reba said, keeping her tone neutral. “Your home isn’t in Jsburg? Howe you’re in
Honn?”
Jsburg, being a super–tier city, drew countless migrant workers, but Camille moved in the opposite way. “My husband is from Honn,” Camille exined naturally. “After we got married, I moved here with him.”
“Got it,” Reba thought, realizing she’d worried unnecessarily. Messages were answered immediately, calls returned instantly, and Camille’s tone and manner were exactly as before, clearly not the behavior of someone involved in a scheme.
Camille asked again with concern, “Do you need me for anything?”
“No, just bored and curious about how you’ve been,” Reba said, feeling her tension ease. “Nothing, you go
ahead.”
“Okay, and anytime you need me, my phone’s always on for you,” Camille said before hanging up.
Reba pinched the bridge of her nose, staring at the dark screen. She realized she’d been overthinking, letting her paranoia about a matching date get the better of her. If this were a setup, the materials would have been destroyed long ago.
“Let’s go back,” Reba said, taking the documents with her.
Meanwhile, on the other end, after ending the call with Reba, the gentle Camille sent a message: [Boss, Reba must be suspicious. She just suddenly sent me a message asking about me.]
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