Chapter 1275

Paul nodded slowly. “It’s possible. The car accident was very serious. I vaguely remember Mr. Martin rolling down the hill. We weren’t wearing seatbelts, and I was thrown under the car.”

As Paul recounted the accident, the scene vividly formed in Skylar’s mind.

Afterward, Paul continued to stare at his phone. “Ned had a girlfriend. Surely she would have noticed the difference between them. Nearsightedness is so obvious. How could no one notice for three years?” he asked, clearly puzzled.

Now fully alert, Paul began connecting the dots, noticing inconsistencies. Skylar’s expression shifted in shock as she listened.

She thought, Yeah… someone so close… how could they not have noticed?

So, Rosa must have known for a long time but chose not to reveal it. She never told Joe of her suspicions. “Mr. Martin didn’t die… Mr. Martin is alive, and we both made it back to Jipsburg.”

“No way! I have to go to work tomorrow, or Mr. Martin might get mad and send me on a business trip to Aglana. I don’t want to go!” Paul’s voice became frantic.

“Let’s be discharged now,” Paul mumbled, his voice drifting, lost in confusion, struggling to distinguish between past and present.

Reaching the ward doorway, Paul clutched his head and crouched. “I just need to hold on. If I do, I can escape. Then I’ll make it back to Jipsburg and tell Mrs. Martin everything we went through. Mr. Martin kept thinking about her until the very end.”

Skylar’s eyes brimmed with tears as she witnessed Paul’s mental unraveling. She stepped forward and said softly, “You did escape. Joe is still alive. Now, please rest quietly here, okay?”

Paul raised his head to look at Skylar. This glance plunged him back into a deep daze. Moments before, he had analyzed Joe and Ned’s situation with perfect clarity. Now, after just a few words, he had lost his grasp on reality. Thankfully, he remained cooperative.

After a moment, Paul stood, quietly returned to his bed, and lay down, closing his eyes in silence. Skylar opened the door and left.

Outside the ward, Wilmot Guzman, Jeremy’s man, waited.

Chapter 1276 “Ms. Sullivan.”

“He’s not doing well. Stay here. If anything happens, get the doctor immediately. Also, tell Mr. Hughes to arrange a psychologist for Mr. Ziegler,” Skylar instructed Wilmot.

Wilmot nodded. “Understood, Ms. Sullivan. Mr. Hughes has already arranged it.”

Skylar nodded.

She checked the time. It was 9:00 pm. She wondered if Joe was still at the hospital. Rosa had mentioned upcoming surgery, meaning she would likely be there. If so, Joe might still be there.