Chapter 1029 Interrogation In The Ward


    Vivian did a background check on Roger before she hired him for her n. She found out that he


    was not a native of Barnes, and his family had been living in a small town in the south. He had been


    living here in Barnes alone for more than 10 years and therefore lost contact with all his family


    members. He didn''t have many friends except for a group of gamblers who he always hung out


    with.


    Roger always took on shady jobs. Whenever he epted one, he would be gone for a few months,


    sometimes even up to a year.


    His body nowy at the bottom of an unfinished structure.


    Vivian had chosen the particr building for her n to get rid of Roger as it was marked as


    hazardous. There was not a single soul inhabiting the building and no one would enter it casually. It


    was the perfect ce as no one would find him there.


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    Vivian was confident that by the time someone found Roger''s body, all that was left would be skin


    and bones. He would be unrecognizable.


    She calmed herself down as she got into her car, assuring herself that everything was over. She


    then drew in a deep breath, started the engine, and drove off.


    Meanwhile, J went home to get her things. She then made lunch for Brandon before departing


    for the hospital.


    J felt something was amiss as she entered Brandon''s ward. The atmosphere was depressing


    and bodyguards were standing in every corner of the room. She nced around and felt that the


    ward became dimmer with so many people blocking the lights. She found this weird as the VIP


    room was spacious enough to have a sofa and bed and still have enough room for walking.


    J widened her eyes in surprise and asked, "Why are there so many bodyguards in the ward?"


    Brandon was sitting on a sofa instead of lying on his bed. Beside him were two strong and tall


    bodyguards standing straight and alert. There was also a man and a woman with sacks over their


    heads kneeling in front of him.


    J looked at Brandon doubtfully and questioned warily, "Honey, what''s going on?"


    "Why didn''t you lock the door?" Brandon said usingly as he frowned at Sean.


    He then turned to J and said gently, "Don''t worry about this. I don''t want to get you involved.


    Wait for me outside, okay? I''ll be quick."


    He obviously did not expect J''s arrival.


    Sean hung his head and apologized, "I''m sorry, Mr. Larson. I was in a hurry and forgot to lock the


    door." He then walked to the door and opened it. "Mrs. Larson, would you like to go out and wait for


    a moment?" he said awkwardly but firmly.


    Sean was not his usual gentle self. He was worried that J might be frightened if she witnessed


    Brandon''s anger.


    "I have something to discuss with my husband in private," J said with determination.


    Walking over to the silent Brandon and holding his arm, J looked at him and said softly, "I don''t


    want to go out. My life was never in peace, and there''re always people trying to hurt me. I''m not


    afraid, and I wanna know what happened. You never treated me like a weak woman in the past, so


    why try to protect me from this now?"


    Brandon raised his eyebrow, and he looked conflicted. He held J''s cheek and said gently, "I


    remember everything."


    J was stunned. She saw the familiar look in his eyes and subconsciously blurted out, "You


    remembered everything? I thought you just remembered a part of it."


    Since Brandon lost his memory, she had appeared gentle, calm, strong, and resilient. She wanted


    everyone to know that she was capable of taking care of Brandon and herself. She didn''t need


    anyone''s pity.


    No one would know the pain she felt in her heart except herself.


    Now that Brandon''s memories had finally returned, all J wanted to do was to hug him tight and


    never let go.


    Brandon kissed J on the forehead and intertwined his fingers with hers. He pulled her into his


    arms and said softly, "I need to deal with this first. We''ll talk about thister, okay?"


    Brandon then turned to the bodyguards standing beside the man and the woman and ordered,


    "Untie these two."


    The bodyguards obeyed and untied the sacks and ropes. When J saw the man''s and the


    woman''s faces, she couldn''t help feeling surprised. Weren''t these two people Ameer, the old man


    who had offended her at the award ceremony, and his lover, Kathie?


    "Mr. Ortiz, looks like you were just putting on a show when you beat up Kathie that night?" J


    asked as a cold smile appeared on her face.


    "No, Mrs. Larson, it''s not like that," Ameer said hurriedly while waving his hands.


    Kathie untied the cloth that gagged her when they freed her hands and tossed it on the floor. She


    red at J and cursed, "Wasn''t it enough for you to embarrass me that night? Why are you


    doing this? Why did you take me here? Are you going to kill me?"


    Kathie broke down and cried bitterly. Her voice was full of grievance.


    "I''m not the one who brought you here," J said helplessly. She was also clueless about the


    entire situation. Feeling confused and a little frustrated, she whispered into Brandon''s ear, "Honey,


    what''s going on?"


    Brandon tapped his fingers on the sofa''s arm impatiently and whispered, "I suspect they are the


    ones who tampered with the car."