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Nathaniel nodded respectfully toward Elliot, who was seated behind the desk, then turned and left the office.

Once he was gone, Lionel immediately leaned in.

“Elliot, should we investigate this further? Or should we bury this suicide note and let Romello’s trial proceed smoothly toward a death sentence?”

Elliot glanced at the letter on his desk, noticing the faint, unsteady handwriting.

“Don’t involve any personal grudges. We’ll handle this matter accordingly,” he stated. “Inform the Department of Justice about the new developments and postpone Romello’s trial for today.”

He continued with clear instructions, “Send this letter to a professional handwriting expert for analysis. As for Nathaniel’s revelation about Vanda’s depression, have Logan’s team thoroughly investigate it again.”

Lionel obediently took the letter and replied, “Understood.”

In the lab, Phoebe had been receiving continuous IVs.

After a few days of observation, it was confirmed that her nerves were fine.

Apart from some memory loss spanning nearly four years, her physical condition was nearly back to normal.

After leaving the National Investigation Bureau, Nathaniel learned that Phoebe could leave the lab and

hurried to see her.

Despite being half–siblings, he felt indebted to her.

Since he was no longer the director of the Special Investigation Department, he could not enter the lab

and could only wait outside.

Five minutes later, Howard and Phoebe emerged from the lab together. They walked side by side, yet

there was a gap of about a foot between them.

Although Phoebe knew Howard was her boyfriend, she did not recognize him, and she could not bring herself to hold hands or hug him in such a short time.

Nathaniel approached them and offered some words of consolation. “You’re looking good. It seems

you’ve recovered quite well.”

Howard concealed his sadness and asked Nathaniel earnestly, “Can we have a private conversation?”

Nathaniel gave it a thought and agreed.

Then, he pointed at the luxury car parked in the open–air parking lot, saying, “Phoebe, why don’t you wait in the car for a moment? We’ll join you shortly.”

Phoebe’s gaze was innocent and clear.

She nodded and slowly made her way to the open–air parking lot.

Once she was gone, Howard spoke in a subdued tone for the first time.

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but I…! want to take care of her for a while.”

With Marius and Gabrielle focused on handling Vanda’s affairs, they had no time to deal with Phoebe.

Naturally, this responsibility fell on Nathaniel’s shoulders. Hence, he had the authority to make decisions.

“Sure, I understand that your relationship with her has been difficult lately, and you want to take care of her yourself,” Nathaniel replied. “Besides, taking her to your place might help her remember some things.”

Howard was grateful. “Thank you.”

Nathaniel smiled warmly, which was a rare sight. “It’s no problem. However, she’s still a daughter of the Nicholls family and shouldn’t stay with you permanently unless you live together as an engaged couple, which would be reasonable and acceptable. Unfortunately, I’m not in charge of the Nicholls family, so I

can’t decide on Phoebe’s marriage.

Howard’s eyes, initially dim, began to brighten.

“If

you were in charge, how would you handle Phoebe’s ‘marriage?”