New beginning: Billionaire love story

Chapter 508 Evelyn’s True Identity Winnie adjusted the collar of her white coat, her heart pounding as she walked through the dimly lit hospital corridors. The scent of antiseptic lingered in the air, blending with the low murmurs of nurses and patients. She held a tablet in her hands, its screen filled with fake patient records to maintain the illusion that she was a doctor making rounds.

The psychiatric ward was quiet, with most patients either resting or engaged in therapy sessions. No one paid her any attention-just another doctor on duty.

She had spent the past few days gathering information, trying to figure out the identity of Evelyn, the woman who frequently visited Lisa. And now, the opportunity to uncover the truth had finally presented itself.

From the corner of her eye, she spotted Evelyn. The woman, clad in a dark blue coat with her hair tied neatly in a bun, was walking briskly toward the garden just outside the ward.

Perfect.

Winnie kept her head down, pretending to be absorbed in her tablet, but she was hyper-aware of every movement Evelyn made. The moment Evelyn stepped outside, Winnie discreetly followed, careful to keep a safe distance.

Evelyn pulled out her phone and answered a call almost immediately. Winnie crouched behind a row of well-maintained bushes near the hospital garden, her breath shallow as she strained to listen.

At first, Evelyn's voice was calm, but as the conversation progressed, her tone became tense.

"What do you mean he's arrested?" Evelyn snapped. "That can't be right! My husband is a good man!"

Winnie's grip on her tablet tightened. Her husband?

The police officer on the other end of the call spoke in a firm tone. Though Winnie couldn't hear every word clearly, she caught fragments of the conversation.

"-evidence against him—"

"—conspiracy involving the Peterson family—”

"-illegal activities-"

Evelyn's lips parted slightly, her eyes darting around as if she feared someone might be watching her. But then, something changed in her expression- something calculating.

"I... I don't understand," she said, her voice suddenly softer, tinged with disbelief. "My husband would never do something like this."

Winnie narrowed her eyes. She's lying.

She wasn't entirely sure who Evelyn's husband was, but from the way she was reacting, it was clear that she knew about his crimes.

The officer continued speaking. "Mrs. Robertson, we need you to come to the station for questioning."

Winnie felt a chill crawl up her spine.

Robertson.

Evelyn's real name was Gretta Robertson.

full extent of what that meant, she knew one

frustration seeping into her tone. "Fine. I'll come

call ended, and Gretta gritted her teeth. Then, to Winnie's

get Lisa out of here... and make Claire pay for what she's done." Winnie's eyes widened in

What?

into place. This wasn't just about visiting Lisa-this was about freeing her. And

a slow, careful step

trembled slightly as she reached for her phone. She needed

from the bushes, keeping her movements light to avoid drawing attention.

It rang once.

Twice.

Then Claire picked up.

"Winnie?"

urgent but hushed. "Claire. I found

on the

"Her real name

Silence.

Claire's voice

to make sure no one was listening. Loverheard her on the phone. The police called her about her husband's arrest. She acted surprised, but I could tell she already knew what

was another pause before Claire

said she needs

silence

finally said, her

I do?" Winnie asked. "Should I follow her? Should I keep

responding, "No. You've done enough. Get out of there before she realizes

"But-"

she finds out

reluctantly nodded, even though Claire couldn't

she added, "Winnie...

managed a small

work here is done Winnie. You are free to go. I will took care of

Don' worry about it."

ended the call and let out a slow

will be careful facing

the

window, noticed the tension in Claire's

phone down and exhaled sharply. "Evelyn isn't Evelyn. Her

"Robertson... as