When Veronica looked at Yvonne and saw her empty expression, she couldn't help but feel pained yet angry at the same time.
She walked to Yvonne's side and supported her. "If you don't believe in the doctor's words, we can take him to another hospital for a checkup. However, we have to let Conrad remain unconscious, or he'll still get up to his tricks.”
"Yes, you're right..." Yvonne nodded mechanically before looking up at Veronica a second later. Her eyes were damp and her tears clung to her eyelashes; she stubbornly refused to let them slide down.
Her teary expression melted Veronica's heart.
In a trembling voice, Yvonne asked, "What about you? C-Can I believe you?"
Yvonne was not to blame for not believing her. After all, she did not know who to believe now. Ever since she found out that Conrad was hospitalized, to the time she found the insurance policy at his company, and after Matthew reminded her, she had gone to the hospital to look for the director who personally told her that Conrad had cancer.
As soon as Yvonne said that, her expression changed as if she suddenly thought of something. She immediately took out her phone, her fingers trembling as she dialed a number. "I'll send you an ID number. Help me find out if there is any insurance under this person's name."
After hanging up the phone, Yvonne immediately sent the ID number in her phone over. She had gotten this ID number the day she stayed the night at the hotel. When she lost the room card given to her by Conrad afterward, he was not there, so she had no choice but to ask him to send his ID number to her.
Once she copied the ID number and edited the message, she sent it to her right-hand man, before she took a weak step and flopped down on a bench in the hallway limply.
All this time, she had been obsessing over whether or not Conrad actually had cancer, but she had neglected the insurance policy contracts she had seen in his office. If those contracts were fake, the truth would be clear.
Veronica was annoyed by Yvonne’s questioning earlier, but once she thought of the things that Matthew said, she gathered her emotions and sat beside her to patiently calm her down. "It doesn't matter if you believe me or not, but you should believe the doctor's words. Also, the truth can't be hidden for long. As long as you want to find out Conrad's true nature, there are many ways for you to do so."
"I need some space."
Yvonne leaned against the wall behind her and closed her eyes, falling silent.
Around ten minutes later, her phone rang, causing her to jolt violently before picking up. "How did it go?"
She couldn't wait to know the result.
"President Spencer, I've looked into every insurance company, and Conrad hasn't bought any insurance from any of them. However, he has a car insurance from Fedola Insurance."
"Just a car insurance?"
"Yes."
After hearing the words of confirmation from the other end of the call, Yvonne closed her eyes in despair, while the phone in her hand slid and smashed onto the ground, its screen turning black from the fall.
She propped her elbows on her knees and buried her face into her hands, crying bitterly and loudly as if she were a child.
At the sight, Veronica felt pained and raised her hand to pat her shoulder, silently soothing her. Meanwhile, she let out a sigh with a face full of worry.
Yvonne could not accept the mere knowledge that Conrad had lied to her. If she knew that Conrad had done all those despicable and shameless things, would she go crazy? At that thought, Veronica was even more reluctant to tell Yvonne the truth.
Slap'.
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