Reborn From Oblivion by Christia Muray

Chapter 611

Luke slumped back in his chair, clearly overwhelmed.

"Who are you, really?" he asked, trying to mask his unease.

The man replied, a hint of amusement in his voice, "That's the second time you've asked me today."

Luke glanced nervously at Nathalie. "Miss, I've spilled everything I know. You should probably head out now."

Sensing the tension in the room, Nathalie pressed on, determined. "Detective Luke, I'm not letting this go. If you come clean, maybe there's room for forgiveness. But if you're covering for the culprit, rest assured, I'll see to it that you're held accountable too."

Luke forced a chuckle, though it sounded hollow. "Everyone involved is either dead or out of commission. There's no reopening this case."

Nathalie stepped closer, her voice steady. "Take a good look at me. Don't you see how much I resemble the main victims of the campus fire? As their daughter, don't I have the right to seek justice for my parents?"

Luke was taken aback. It was only now that he saw how much she looked like Lincoln.

"Yes," he admitted, the weight of his words heavy.

After a moment of internal struggle, he decided to reveal a secret. "We found evidence of tampering in Lincoln's car accident. But when the Stewart family suddenly dropped their pursuit of the real culprit and offered us certain 'incentives,' I let my ethics slide and abandoned the case. It's haunted me ever since."

Nathalie closed her eyes, processing the revelation. "I see."

by the way,

eyes widened in

father was alive? She wasn't entirely alone after

"Where is he?"

hospital owned by the Stewart family, kept

brimmed in Nathalie's

at her with

of emotions,

more grilling

the wheelchair,

he

a casual air, "It's

let's wrap

away, leaving Luke

wonder why he was here for such a short time if he came to see Luke. But her own turmoil left Ker uninterested in unraveling his

for the help today. I couldn't have done it without

lend a hand for free. Remember this favor, and

momentarily at a loss.

quietly trailed behind the man. His assistant had already parked