“Stop!”
Jason, in the middle of his report, was startled by the sudden command. He turned around nervously. “What is it, Mr. Cooper?”
“Stop the car. I’m getting out.”
Jason quickly hit the brakes and pulled the handbrake, looking back at his boss in confusion, with no idea what was happening.
Evan offered no explanation as he pushed open the door and got out.
In the time it took to cross the street, he looked back at the stall, but the people were already gone.
Evan’s brow furrowed, and he stood there, clenching his fists.
Just a moment ago, he had clearly seen Emma at a roadside stall with a strange man. She was sitting, looking up at him as she spoke, a picture of docile vulnerability—nothing like the cold, dismissive person she was in front of him.
Jason had parked the car and now hurried over, following Evan’s gaze to the empty spot. He asked nervously, “Mr. Cooper, did something happen?”
Evan snapped back to the present. “What did you find out about my wife’s recent activities?”
Jason nodded and quickly reported, “I looked into it, sir. The missus’s movements are normal, except that she’s been visiting the hospital frequently. It’s probably that cold she had that still hasn't cleared up.”
A cold that still hasn’t cleared up?
Evan’s lips pressed into a thin line, his jaw tightening. What kind of cold lasts this long and requires frequent hospital visits?
If he wasn’t mistaken, the man standing next to Emma just now had been wearing a white coat. A doctor?
Evan’s fists tightened, a storm raging within him, but his face remained a calm mask.
His phone buzzed.
Jason stooped to pull his phone from his pocket, turning away to answer discreetly.

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