Beyond the Divorce

In fact, my confidence wasn't unfounded. When I entered her home, I was convinced that her life must have been a hard one.

She looked at me, asking skeptically, "Can you really set things right?"

"We can." This time, it was Sean who answered.

"No matter how many years have passed, if someone has committed a crime, they must face the consequences, no matter how difficult it may be," Sean told her. "I didn't make this up. It's a statement from the top authorities in our province. They granted me the power to handle this case. That's why I went through so much trouble to find you."

When Maisy heard that Sean was telling the truth, she let out a wail. "Thank the heavens. Finally, there's hope for me."

After expressing her emotions through her tears, she quickly ushered us into her home. The place was destitute. It was barely a home.

Feeling embarrassed, she gestured for us to take a seat, then choked up as she continued to tell us what happened.

"You're saying Beatrice was harmed?" she asked. "She was a good girl, and very intelligent. In fact, she was the one who discovered that something was wrong with her mother." Maisy recounted the events from those years. "She found out on her own?" Lauren looked at Maisy in disbelief.

"Well, I stumbled on that secret accidentally.

"It was about Beatrice's mother, I remember her name was... Helen. Everyone knew that her mother was wealthy in Gerby. But at that time, Helen's father had just died in prison from what I heard. Plus, I had seen Helen before." "When did you see her before?" I asked.

"Helen's mother had been admitted

to our department. At that time, Helen took care of her mother. NotNôvel/Dr(a)ma.Org - Content owner.

long after her mother's death, sheet

was admitted as well, with

symptoms similar to her mother's. She was in a state of limbo, but they couldn't find out what her illness was.

"Many nurses, joked about their family having bad luck back then. Some even said it was because they had earned too much money and was their turn to suffer now. How else would they have suffered such strange illnesses? I remember the doctors were helpless as no

medication seemed to work.

"One day, I swapped shifts because of some issues in my husband's family and left briefly. When I returned to take over the shift, I met Helen's close friend."

"Helen's close friend?" I was puzzled.

"That woman eventually became Byron Chandler's wife. She dressed very well, and everyone said she was riding on Helen's coattails. She had a nice car and luxury clothes."

Suddenly, everything clicked, and I realized that the woman Maisy was talking about was Jocelyn.

"That woman and a nurse from our department were talking in the corridor. When I approached, they stopped talking, and they both stared at me. I remember being envious of that woman. I greeted her, then went into the ward to meet my colleague.

"Not long after, when I was changing in the dressing room, I saw the nurse who had been talking to that woman return. She looked nervous and asked me, 'How do you know Ms. Jocelyn?' I said, 'Everyone knows her.' She cautioned me, 'Don't tell anyone that we know each other.'

"I was confused. Why did they need

to hide the fact that they knew each other? If you're a nurse, you'll know a few influential people. After all, we nurses also need connections. Who wouldn't want to find a familiar face when seeking medical treatment or a good doctor for surgery? But she didn't want anyone to know about it.

"At the time, I just sneered and thought, 'What's the big deal? Maybe she just doesn't want others to know.' I didn't think much about it and just nodded, assuring her, 'Don't worry. I didn't see anything." Maisy's detailed narrative allowed me to follow her thoughts and imagine the scene from that time.