Chapter 826

Charlene quickly found the emerald pendant in her bag, where she'd carefully placed it in a small box. "Here it is. Please examine it," she offered.

Skylar scrutinized the pendant. Vivid scenes flooded her mind, revealing the pendant's owner. She saw glimpses of Edwin, his appetites growing increasingly voracious and unrestrained over the years. This emerald pendant…

"I'll photograph it and send it to the police," Skylar said, snapping a picture. "I'll also give you three talismans for luck. Keep them with you at all times, removing them only after a month."

Terror consumed Charlene. She nodded, barely comprehending Skylar's words.

"You must stop being greedy," Skylar warned. "Otherwise, what awaits you will dwarf anything you've experienced so far."

Charlene wouldn't disobey Skylar. She deeply regretted ignoring Skylar's advice two days prior; heeding her warnings would have prevented this.

After Charlene left, Skylar called Joe, but he didn't answer. She texted, "Will you be home tonight? I need to tell you something about your father."

Half an hour later, Joe saw the message and replied, "I'll be home."

What did she have to say about Edwin?

Joe immediately contacted Paul. "Has Edwin been troubling Skylar recently?"

Paul was taken aback. "Not that I know of. He wouldn't dare after last time, would he? Wait… that's it! I knew I'd forgotten something this past week!"

"What is it?" Joe asked coldly.

"I have pictures and videos," Paul replied. "You'll understand once you see them."

He'd intended to show Joe on Monday, but a series of international conference calls intervened. Yesterday, he'd been swamped, and various issues kept him preoccupied until Joe's call. He'd completely forgotten.

Jenny's unusual silence—she hadn't contacted Joe—was also significant. Had she been in contact, Paul would have remembered the pictures and videos.

Joe clicked on a picture, his eyes narrowing icily. Paul saw this and advised, "The video is more explicit."

Chapter 826

Joe opened a video. Seeing Jenny and Edwin entwined, he hurled the phone to Paul, his eyes stinging. "Organize these and send them to me as evidence," he ordered.

"Right away!" Paul replied.

At the hospital, Jenny pressed the doctor. "Will my leg be scarred for life? Don't you have plastic surgery? Can you consult a leading surgeon?"

"That depends on your recovery. Don't worry about it," the doctor responded.

Wasn't the fact that they'd saved her life more important than a potential scar? Jenny's health had been fragile; she'd undergone several operations and suffered allergic reactions to various medications. How could a scar compare?