Even though Hailey had grown older, she had retained her sharp wits.

Sandra must have had her strategies in place. She had managed to win over Mason through unknown means. She even correctly predicted that Debra would attempt to pressure Wesley through the company’s senior management, and then turned Debra’s plan against her.

Hailey feared that even Tristan had been influenced by Sandra ahead of time. Having used Tristan to warn the others, Sandra left everyone too frightened to act rashly.

Hailey found herself isolated and powerless. In the end, she could only feign fainting, using it as a delaying tactic.

Sandra had taken advantage of Hailey’s guise of naivety and snatched the seal right from her. Now, Hailey deeply regretted it.

She had underestimated Mason, which led her to carelessly bring the seal with her. Little did she foresee that Sandra had been waiting for just such an opportunity to take the seal for herself.

Hailey thought she had all contingencies covered, ensuring that Sandra would be the one to suffer.

But Hailey had forgotten about Wesley.

Wesley was someone even more ruthless than Sandra. Not only did he take control of the garment department first, but he also exploited her seal to obtain criminal evidence against the other family members.

Now, with them in custody, Hailey’s refusal to exonerate Sandra from false charges would put the other family members at risk.

Hailey pounded the bed in a fit of anger.

Why had Wesley stopped being comatose?

The doctor entered to perform a checkup. Not long after, the police arrived.

“Hailey, we hope you will cooperate with us.”

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Hailey rubbed her temples as a sense of oppression grew within her. She coughed several times, clutching at her chest.

“What need is there to take notes? These are all internal family matters!”

The police inquired, “Did Sandra steal your seal?”

She sighed. “I wasn’t able to handle the garment department’s affairs, so it was only logical to entrust the seal to Sandra.”

“The Cooper Group hasn’t come this far without difficulty. Surely, I can’t allow such a large company to grind to a halt because of me,” she added, dabbing at her tears. “They panicked when they saw me unconscious and spoke out of turn. This is all a misunderstanding.”

The police questioned, “Were you unconscious when Sandra took your seal?”

Hailey, who had previously given vague answers to keep her options open, now didn’t know how to respond to such a direct question.

“Not yet,” she clenched her fist. “I instructed her to take it.”

The interrogation room door swung open as Harvey entered.

“Sandra, you’re free to leave now.”

Harvey gave a knowing smile. “Wesley is waiting for you outside.”

Sandra countered, “Aren’t you busy?”

Harvey chuckled. Initially, he had seen Sandra as pitiable, manipulated like a pawn. But now, realizing that Sandra might know something others didn’t, he was astounded.

“If you can enlighten me a little with the cases, it would be an honor.”

Sandra looked at him. “Do not judge by the surface. The apparent culprit may not be the real one.”

The evidence Wesley had supplied had indeed helped unravel some prior mysteries, yet the intricacies of some issues remained inscrutable.

“Sandra, you have a prophetic insight.”

Sandra stepped toward the door. Recently, she had been extremely busy and hadn’t had time to rest properly. During her time in the interrogation room, it could be considered a respite for her brain.

Her state was even better than before.

“By the way,” Harvey suddenly caught up with her.

“Sandra, Jagger was sorry for not being able to help you.”

Sandra smiled slightly, looking at him.

“Harvey,” her voice was gentle, like soft willow fluff floating in the sky.

“Just focus on doing your own job.”

Harvey was momentarily stunned. He locked eyes with Sandra.

Sandra’s gaze was clear, like a spring of water.

“Sandra…”

“Go back to your duties.”

Sandra withdrew her gaze and walked away.

Had Sandra already figured out his intention to help them make peace?

If Sandra were his sister, even if he had to set aside his dignity and kneel, he would.

When Sandra stepped out, she saw Joey vigorously waving at her. He was smiling like a fool.

“Mrs. Cooper, you finally came out. Mr. Cooper was really worried about you.”

As he spoke, he glanced at the rear window. The window was tightly closed. She couldn’t see Wesley’s expression at all.

When Sandra opened the car door and sat in, she noticed that Wesley’s cheeks were slightly flushed. She asked in surprise, “Are you feeling unwell?”

Wesley, “No.”

His tone was awkward.

Sandra felt that something was off and leaned closer.

“Put your hand out.” She was a bit displeased.

Wesley glanced at her.

She seemed quite fierce today.

Although a little unwilling, he still reached out his hand. Sandra, annoyed by his hesitation, directly grabbed his large hand.

Whether it was an illusion or not, Wesley’s hand trembled slightly.

She furrowed her brows. Had his health deteriorated so much after just one day?

She truly despised disobedient patients.

Her fingertips landed on Wesley’s wrist.

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