"Brandan." Lady Hyde spoke with a strained voice, "Have you ever thought... that the hit-and-run driver and these kidnappers might have been instructed by the same people?"
"Swoosh—"
The ash from the cigarette in Brandan Hyde's hand shook and fell down in a flurry.
Lady Hyde lowered her eyes, gently bit her lip, and spoke softly: "Otherwise, how could it be that even you can't find them? Maybe they're using the same hidden methods from five years ago."
But, who would benefit from doing this?
Brandan Hyde's eyes darkened slightly, and a name floated through his mind.
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The hospital room door was heavily guarded, with nurses accompanying every entrance and exit, so Iris Harris couldn't escape even if she wanted to.
Sometimes she really conceded to Brandan; once he was determined, not even nine bulls could drag him back. If he said she couldn't leave, then she couldn't leave, not even a bit of leeway was given.
