She Was the Treasure All Along novel Chapter 672

Loyce carefully checked the woman's vitals again, nodding with absolute certainty. "Her resting heart rate and specific physiological signs point directly to it. She's definitely pregnant. A shock like this at her age could easily cause a miscarriage. We need to get her to a hospital immediately."

Lucian immediately turned to the officers. "Don't wait for the ambulance. Get them into a cruiser and rush them to the nearest ER right now."

"Did he do it for the baby?" Loyce murmured, looking from Coleman's gruesome remains to the waterlogged phone now sealed in an evidence bag. "Who was he texting right before he pulled the trigger? Was he being blackmailed?"

Lucian's expression was grim. "The only thing that could make a coward choose death over talking is a direct threat to his family."

Shortly after Corinne and her mother were rushed to the hospital, a sleek black car came screeching to a halt outside the villa.

Through the window, Loyce saw Yale Nash stepping out. His face was a mask of dark intensity. Her expression shifted subtly.

Yale didn't even acknowledge Lucian. He walked straight to the bathroom door, freezing as he laid eyes on the corpse. The authoritative aura surrounding him vanished, replaced by a heavy, complicated grief. He stood completely still, staring at the blood.

Lucian and Loyce exchanged a knowing glance. They both had a very good idea of who Coleman's final text had gone to.

Yale remained rooted to the spot for a solid thirty seconds, his posture radiating an unspeakable sorrow.

But when he finally turned around, every trace of grief had been entirely swallowed by a glacial, terrifying rage.

"Why did he kill himself while in your custody? Give me a reasonable explanation."

"The entire interrogation was recorded on bodycam," Lucian replied calmly. "He pulled the trigger right after seeing his wife. I'm actually quite curious as to why. Is there some specific family dynamic I should know about?"

Lucian's gaze drifted down to Yale's immaculate black suit. "There are no official engagements on the schedule today. What were you doing this morning, Mr. Nash?"

Yale was dressed for a funeral, matching the black dress and white lilies Corinne's mother had arrived with.

Yale's face was carved from stone. "Today is the fifth anniversary of my wife's passing. I went to visit her grave, only to learn on my way back that my sister-in-law's husband had blown his brains out."

He narrowed his eyes. "What exactly are you implying? Are you suspecting me?"

"Just exploring every angle. My apologies," Lucian said smoothly.

Yale gave him a long, measuring look. "I've always believed that endorsing your promotion to Admiral was the worst mistake of my career."

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