My Coldhearted Ex demands a Remarriage by Eva Blackwood

Chapter 1101:

There was no real progress in the investigation yet, so no one scolded her. But no one comforted her either. Someone beside her tugged her sleeve and whispered, “If you’re going to cry, save it for later. We need to focus on finding Miss Campbell.”

The maid nodded quickly, wiped her tears with the back of her hand, and stepped forward. “Officer, whatever you need from me—I’ll do it. Just please… help us find her.”

The police reviewed the hospital’s surveillance footage, but the results mirrored exactly what Kristopher’s team had uncovered—another dead end due to camera malfunction.

But unlike Kristopher, the Morrison family was not working from the shadows. They had come forward openly, legitimate reporters of a crime, with no reason to tread lightly or protect secrets.

Without hesitation, they requested the officers bring in the nurse who had accompanied Carrie during her check-up.

When the nurse arrived, she appeared anxious but launched into her explanation. She described running into another nurse near the restroom, then paused, frowning as she recalled the incident. “That nurse misunderstood. The doctor was not looking for me—it was a different nurse with the same first name. Because I showed up unexpectedly, he assumed I was the one who had messed up. So, he made me reorganize the prenatal check-up reports from yesterday before letting me leave.”

Reece watched her carefully, then turned his gaze to the officers, eyes sharp with suspicion.

corridor are all down. According to her story, the maid left to move

wide. “I am telling the truth! I went straight to the doctor. Ask him, ask the other nurses—some pregnant patients even saw me. I have an alibi. There is no way I had

did not pause to consider her words. “I never wanted to go move the car—you were the one who told me you would stay with

officers nor the Morrison family stepped in to stop the argument.

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on edge. “That was the first time I met Ms. Campbell. Why would I target

like steel dipped

he cared about, soft-spoken and patient. But with Carrie’s safety hanging in the balance, he radiated authority, colder and heavier than even the uniforms

like! You have sketch artists, right? I can describe her. I used

lead officer gave a curt nod to the younger cop beside

mind. He turned to the officer, his tone sharp with recollection. “What about that security guard? The one who claimed our car was blocking

other guards say they were not nearby at the time. So

head throbbed like it had been cracked open from the inside. Waves of nausea rolled through her as her awareness slowly clawed its way

around her had been folded in. She was trapped in something small, tight. Her body was