Playtime's Over, CEO: She's Really Done With You Chapter 321: I Have a Recording—Show Your Sincerity

At this mont, Julian Lawson was having his n frantically search for Vera Hansen.

He saw Vera Hansen’s updates online.

In fact, his phone had ssages sent by Vera Hansen.

[Brother Julian, those things online are nonsense. Rember what happened that day? It was Bianca Lynch who wanted to fight , I wasn’t the one who started it. What’s online is baseless talk!]

[Brother Julian, I’m jealous of Serena Sterling, and I even admit that I hate her, but why would I do such a thing? I didn’t know she was pregnant at the ti. Pushing her down the stairs would only make you feel sorry for her.]

Julian didn’t want to listen at all.

He replayed Leoric Nash’s behavioral analysis of Vera Hansen over and over.

He replayed the scene of his hand pushing Serena, her falling backward, and looking at him with a bewildered and surprised expression.

What was her state of mind at the ti?

His tightly clasped hands trembled.

How much pain did she endure?

"Julian..."

Her voice pierced through ti, coming distantly.

He hated, hated himself at that ti, hated Vera Hansen!

"Still haven’t found her?" Julian asked coldly, looking at Jude Chaucer beside him.

Feeling the low pressure, Jude Chaucer continued to urge his n.

"Not yet. We’ve tried our best. Vera Hansen got into a car with a driver very familiar with the blind spots of nearby surveillance. We can’t locate her now," Jude replied with trepidation.

"Bang!" Julian slamd his hand heavily on the table beside him.

"Crash..." The cup on the table fell to the ground from the collision, shattering into pieces.

Just then, Julian received a ssage from a caregiver.

[I’m a caregiver by Vera Hansen’s side. I have recordings from recently that are beyond your imagination and related to Serena Sterling’s car accident. If you’re interested, et at the street-side café at noon tomorrow.]

Julian’s brows furrowed tightly.

...

Elsewhere.

In the car, Serena’s heart was filled with hatred.

She used to believe everything was an accident.

She blad herself for not observing the terrain, blad herself for not protecting the child, and also blad Julian for accidentally pushing her down the stairs.

After losing the child, she fell into a state of numbness for self-protection, until later the delayed emotions overwheld her when she saw the dicine box in the car.

Luckily, she later t Seraphina.

Seraphina brought warmth to her, and she gradually healed herself. Everything slowly got better.

But now, finding out it was all deliberately orchestrated!

How could she not hate!

The Hawthorne Group was already searching.

She wanted to find Vera Hansen herself and tear her to shreds.

But just then, her phone rang; it was a video call from Seraphina.

"Aunt Serena, can you co pick up from baking class today?" Seraphina’s eyes were filled with unconcealed concern.

Serena clutched her phone tightly.

"Okay," Serena agreed.

Only then did Seraphina smile, revealing her cute little teeth.

"Aunt Serena, the baking class teacher is teaching us how to make cookies today. I’m waiting for you with the cookies," Seraphina said, showing Serena the busy teacher and classmates on the other side.

Serena’s eyes beca moist.

She furrowed her brows, forcing a tearful smile.

"Don’t worry, Seraphina. I’ll definitely be there," Serena said.

She softly added, "Really."

Only then did she hang up the phone.

Serena closed her eyes, tears streaming down.

Her hand gripped the phone so tightly it trembled, suppressing the intense emotions in her heart, unable to calm down.

In the car.

Silas Hawthorne looked at Serena beside him, tears in his eyes.

He understood her heart.

He felt sorry for her.

Felt sorry for her experience, sorry for her sadness.

He said nothing, only gently patting her back, giving her comfort.

The Hawthorne Group was already searching for Vera Hansen. At this mont, he could only stay by her side.

The sky outside the car was a clear blue, and cars and pedestrians moved to and fro on the road.

The city continued to function normally.

After so ti had passed, Serena finally stopped crying.

She suddenly beca very calm.

This made Silas a bit worried.

Silas reached for a tissue from the side, wiping her tears away.

Serena looked back at Silas.

She still had Seraphina, she still had Silas, she still had many things to do.

She had so many responsibilities.

She couldn’t afford to lose herself.

Thinking of this, Serena said, "Let’s go to the police station."

After coming out of reporting to the police, the two of them had just sat back in the car when their phones rang simultaneously.

It was a text from the caregiver.

[I’m a caregiver by Vera Hansen’s side. I have recordings from recently that are beyond your imagination and related to Serena Sterling’s car accident. If you’re interested, et at the street-side café at noon tomorrow.]

...

In the dimly lit room.

The caregiver received three ssages in reply.

From Serena, Silas, and Julian, all of them interested and agreeing to et at noon tomorrow.

The caregiver breathed a slight sigh of relief, hoping that at least one of the three would be able to protect her!

But she still needed to be cautious, hiding well. Now she had completely turned against Vera Hansen and couldn’t afford to get caught by her.

Thinking this, she sent separate ssages to the three of them again—[Before the eting, keep it low-key, especially don’t let Vera Hansen know. Also, I require an exchange for the information I provide, so co prepared with what you have to offer.]

Soon, the caregiver received three confirmations in return.

She put down the phone, opened the curtains, and looked out at the sunny day.

...

Aeston First Hospital.

The sudden awakening of the comatose patient uplifted everyone’s spirits.

The doctors gathered to conduct examinations.

The patient’s family waited anxiously with their child, tears streaming endlessly.

Although comatose patients sotis wake up, most might just lie there for their whole lives.

Her words by the bedside were actually spoken in anger.

She hadn’t remarried with a child, and over these days, she remained by his side.

"Heaven, please bless us." The woman knelt before the hospital room, praying for divine protection.

After a while, the doctors ca out.

Seeing the woman kneeling at the door, they were moved.

Soone imdiately helped her up.

"Doctor, how is my husband?" the woman quickly asked.

"He can get better, but it will be a slow recovery," the doctor reassured.

"How long until he’s normal? Is he still awake now?" the woman asked, looking inside.

"He just fell asleep again, but he’ll wake within these two days. As for his physical condition, we’ll need to assess further," the doctor explained. "It’s a good sign that he woke up."

The woman nodded tearfully, holding her child.

Back in the hospital room, the woman looked at the person on the bed, crying and smiling.

She rembered the number left by the police and, wiping her tears, took out her phone to send a ssage.