Chapter 92: Evidence

Vivian initially intended to frighten Jonathan. However, his gaze, seemingly judging her foolishness, disarmed her.

"I know. I've been playing with the kids," Jonathan replied, pulling out a small tablet and resuming his studies. He'd been engrossed in kindergarten building blocks; it had been some time since he'd read.

Vivian glanced at the tablet, seeing only incomprehensible symbols. Witnessing his diligence, she felt compelled to match his effort. Returning to her study, she immersed herself in her law books, preparing for her legal battle with Stella.

A knock interrupted her. Jonathan stood outside. Puzzled, Vivian asked, "What is it?"

"Ms. Kennedy, I have something wonderful for you," Jonathan said, approaching and swiftly typing on her keyboard. Within a minute, a webpage filled with information about Stella appeared. Vivian saw that accessing each detail would be expensive, with no guarantee of success.

"Oh my god! I finally understand why your mother wanted you to keep your talents hidden," Vivian exclaimed.

Jonathan, with his large, innocent eyes, replied, "Ms. Kennedy, you don't think a child could find this, do you? Mr. Reese gave me this. He insisted you take good care of Mommy and never let her suffer injustice." He knew Vivian and Calvin hadn't communicated privately, so she couldn't verify his claim. Cecilia only knew he was unusually intelligent, not the extent of his abilities; he’d deliberately kept this hidden to avoid alarming her. Therefore, he couldn't let Vivian know he'd compiled the evidence.

Even after Jonathan left, Vivian marveled at his prodigious keyboard skills. She dedicated herself to the information he provided.

"Mr. Reese treats Ceci so well. He really thought of everything," Vivian mused, meticulously compiling the evidence of Stella's plagiarism. She planned to summarize it, discuss it with Cecilia in a few days, and then sue Stella.

The next day, Cecilia diligently worked at Orion Corporation, occasionally visiting her charity projects. Her actions only deepened Nathaniel's confusion regarding her return. He smoked more than ever before. When Mason entered with documents, the office was hazy with smoke. Concerned, Mason watched Nathaniel extinguish his cigarette. Nathaniel’s gloomy eyes fell on Mason, and his doubt spilled out. "What do you think she wants?"

Mason was startled. By the time he recovered, Nathaniel had taken the documents.

"Mr. Rainsworth, do you think Ms. Smith genuinely lost her memory? Our investigation revealed significant memory decline after she left Tudela," Mason said.

Engrossed in the documents, Nathaniel coldly rebuked, "Anyone with medical knowledge knows it's impossible to forget just one person! Such a situation is impossible!"

Mason hesitated. "Could it be she doesn't want to remember you?"

Nathaniel's icy gaze shot up. "Doesn't want to? On what grounds?"