My Cold Ex-Wife Refused to Move On

Chapter 82: The Bigger Picture

After speaking, Neil opened the door and walked out. Blanc stood up from the couch and walked over. “He’s already awake, so I don’t have to stand guard 24/7, right? If you need me, I’ll just bring my laptop over. I still need to revise my thesis—the professor said there were problems,” he said.

In fact, Avery was even more in danger now that he was awake. After seeing Henry today, it was clear that, no matter what, Henry would make sure Avery died. That being the case, there was absolutely no way to leave Avery alone in the hospital room.

After thinking for a moment, Chase said, “Then go back and get your laptop. If you have issues with your thesis, let me know—I can help. You go ahead. I need to talk to Avery.”

Blanc nodded, opened the door, and left.

“I know you can’t say much right now,” Chase said, “but Mr. Fred has been trying to get a statement from you. You were unconscious the last few days when he came by, but now…”

Before Chase could finish, Avery nodded and said clearly, “I know this has something to do with the two companies. I did see who pushed me off the stage. Please ask the doctor to call the police. I can give a statement anytime, but I might speak a little slowly.”

Chase contacted Waylon. Waylon had just stepped out of the interrogation room and was lighting a cigarette in the hallway. When he heard that Avery was awake, he immediately called over two officers and rushed to the hospital.

As they drove, the officer at the wheel glanced at him and asked cautiously, “We all know this has to do with the Harrison family. Why can’t we make Henry cooperate with the investigation?”

“I told you, we can’t alert the enemy,” Waylon said irritably, flicking the cigarette butt out the window. “There are too many people involved. It’s not just the two companies. We’ve got restrictions here in the country. We’re not like those overseas, doing whatever we want.”

The officer nodded. “It just feels so frustrating. We know it’s Henry, but we can’t touch him.”

“We’re not the only ones frustrated. A lot of people have been wronged because of Henry. That’s exactly why we’re holding back for the bigger picture,” Waylon said. “The special task force is already up and running. We’ll get him sooner or later.”

Waylon went straight to find Chase once he arrived at the hospital. But Chase was on rounds with a group of interns, and the office was empty. Waylon stepped into the stairwell to make a call.

“Yes, I’m at the hospital now. As long as this thing is connected to them, I’ll file for a search immediately. But right now, we still don’t have evidence,” he said into the phone.

As he talked, he faced the corner of the stairwell. Footsteps passed behind him, light and quick. Waylon turned instinctively and froze. That profile looked familiar.

9:25 PM

Waylon hurriedly ended the call, hands a little shaky.

Chase had just finished checking on a few patients and was standing in the hallway with the interns, giving them reminders on what to look out for. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Henry’s figure pass by the far end of the corridor again. Chase’s brow furrowed automatically. Didn’t Henry already leave? Why is he back at the hospital?

“Dr. Goodman?” one of the interns called out when they noticed Chase had zoned out. “We’ll keep a close eye on the patient for the next 24 hours. Is there anything else we should pay attention to?”

Chase snapped out of it and shook his head. “Out of your whole group, only two of you will get to stay in the hospital long term. The final decision isn’t up to me—it’s up to your mentors. They’ll also be grading your work. That’s all I can say. If you need to revise your thesis, you better start now.”

With that, he tucked one hand into his pocket and handed the patient files to a nurse with the other, then turned and walked toward the figure he thought was Henry.

The hospital corridor was still crowded. Through the blur of people, he could only make out a vague silhouette. It did look like Henry—but something was slightly off. And the closer he got, the clearer that feeling became.

Chase finally stopped when he was about a meter behind the man. It wasn’t Henry. The man only had a similar build. If Chase guessed right, it was Larry.

Larry was Henry’s cousin, and the one in charge of the other two companies under the Harrison family. To put it plainly, he was now Henry’s biggest rival. Why is he here at the hospital? Is he involved in this incident?

Chase moved to catch up again, but suddenly, someone grabbed his wrist hard. Startled, he almost fought back, but the person hushed him.

“Waylon?” Chase looked closely. As expected, it was Waylon who had grabbed him. Chase stopped struggling.

Waylon pointed at the man walking ahead and asked in a low voice, “Was that Henry?”