Shirley, sitting on the sofa, looked up with Pa, seeing Mya leaning against the handrail. “Mom,e to the study. Let’s sort out my father’s contributions. Probably it can offset his guilt.”


    Shirley was enlightened, hair standing on the end.


    After exchanging a look with Pa, Shirley jumped to her feet. The two women rushed towards the stairs.


    Everyone became excited, their hearts hammering. They needed to grasp every second.


    Soon, they entered the study together.


    Finnley turned on theptop on the desk and asked, “A passcode is needed. Who knows?”Belonging ? N?velDram/a.Org.


    “I don’t know it. Let me try.” Mya sat in the chair and tried a few times but failed.


    In disappointment, she said, “The study is Dad’s territory, so we hardly entered. I’ve never touched hisptop before.”


    “Let me call Alfie.” Finnley checked the IP and dialed Alfie’s phone watch.


    Shirley and Pa looked for the evidence on the bookshelves.


    They were excited and nervous, holding thest ray of hope tightly.


    “Finnley, thisptop was encoded. Please give me more time. I’m working on it,” Alfie’s childish voice sounded, but he was confident.


    Wearing the phone watch from Ivan, Alfie put a tablet on his knees while operating.


    “Alfie, y badminton with me!”


    Diana flicked the racket in the yard and yelled at him, “How long will it take you?”


    “Can you y badminton yourself for a while?” Alfie darted at her and exined, “I’m helping Uncle Finnley. Five minutes.”


    A maid served Alfie a te of cookies and put it on the stone table in front of him.


    “Can you y badminton with Diana?” Alfie asked.


    “OK, Master Alfie.”


    The maid was loving and patient. She was trustworthy and loyal to Ivan.


    Soon, she yed badminton with Diana.


    Alfie concentrated on the tablet, on which weird codes appeared. However, he dealt with them skillfully.


    Five minutester, on thedders, Shirley and Pa were taking the thick pile of file folders from the top of the bookshelf in the study.


    Shirley said, “They don’t look like books, but we should sort them out.”


    “Those are the files about the flood ten years ago. Mayor Saunders was almost drowned by the flood. He rescued three children.” Pa couldn’t help shedding tears when recalling the scene.


    Shirley, however, had only one faith–saving rence.


    She couldn’t let him be sentenced to death. Once he was alive, there would be hope.


    “We can ess hisptop now,” Mya said excitedly as soon as the passcode was decoded.


    Finnley was searching in the drawers. He hurriedly rushed to her. “Open all the disks. There should be important evidence. Let’s copy them into a USB Disk.


    Then he quickly picked up a USB Disk from the drawer and passed it to Mya. “Ensure it’s his contribution, not his criminal evidence. Don’t mix them.”


    He was sure there should be many dark secrets in rence’sptop.


    Holding the mouse, Mya’s hands trembled. Her heart was thumping too fiercely as if it would pop out of her chest.


    Shirley and Pa still searched on the bookshelves, hoping to find more evidence.


    Finnley plugged in the printer and found a pile of paper. He reminded them, “We must make two copies of each piece of evidence so we’ll have a backup.”


    “Where should we send the evidence to?” Shirley asked.


    Finnley looked into her eyes. After thinking for a second, he answered, “To Mr. Marsh.”


    His answer calmed down Shirley and brought her more confidence.