The Substitute Wife My Poor Husband is a Billionaire
Chapter 679 Fruitless Investigation
The interrogation ended soon enough.
Unfortunately, the Whites weren’t able to get any useful information from the man.
What they did know was that the arsonist had only been in contact with his employer over the phone, and that the latter had used a voice changing device.
He had never seen the main mastermind at all.
They had to admit that this person was meticulous in covering their tracks. They had used a burner phone, and the money transfer was done through a third party. All of these weren’t enough proof for Janet to pin the blame on Charis.
Indeed, if Charis hadn’t showed up and tried to lock her up in that tiny room, Janet wouldn’t have had anything on her. However, she couldn’t just tell Brandon that, because at the end of the day, she still had no evidence to back her accusation against Charis.
Now, her only chance of incriminating Charis lay on the surveillance footage at the scene. That was, of course, a*s*suming that they hadn’t been destroyed in the fire.
Hanging on to that glimmer of hope, Janet sent someone to retrieve the surveillance tapes from the haunted house.
It didn’t take long for her to get an update on the matter, though it was far from what she wanted to hear. Apparently, the whole surveillance system had collapsed in the fire, and most of the cameras themselves were burned to ashes. There was no way they could get any footage of sorts.
Janet had no choice but to give up this option; it was a dead end. Her mood, which she had been trying so hard to uplift, instantly plummeted at the news.
She was still in low spirits when Brandon returned with her lunch.
“Here, I bought this from a three Michelin star restaurant.” He set the food in front of her before adding, “What happened?”
Brandon had sharp eyes and a keen sense of his surroundings. He could tell something was bothering her. Janet opened the takeout box and began to eat. “Nothing,” she said, avoiding his eyes as she chewed. “This is delicious.”
She couldn’t tell Brandon that Charis was the one behind the fire without any conclusive evidence. She would have to wait patiently for now.
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After two weeks, Janet was more than ready to get discharged. Her condition had significantly improved during her stay at the hospital. But Johanna was still worried. She refused to let her daughter out of the hospital until she was fully healed.
Brandon stayed for a week to take care of her, but he had to fly back to Seacisco the following week.
He had much work to take care of, but there were two particular matters that needed his immediate attention. First, an alarming volume of the company’s internal documents had been leaked.
Second, and perhaps most importantly, his memory loss wasn’t getting any better. On the contrary, it was getting worse. Every time he tried to recall anything from two years ago, he suffered an unbearable headache.
In the end, he decided to go to Frank’s hospital, hoping that the man might be able to help him.
As a materialist and a genius doctor, Frank believed there must be a clinical reason for Brandon’s sudden memory loss. However, even he found Brandon’s case to be strange after he examined his friend. He had taken a CT scan and a bunch of other examinations, but the results all showed that there was no problem with his brain.
By all accounts, it seemed that Brandon simply lost his memory after an especially high fever. It baffled Frank.
“I’m afraid I can’t do anything.” Frank peered at the test results and shook his head. “As for your headaches, I’ve looked into previous cases of amnesia but didn’t find a patient who experienced the same symptoms. Your case is very special, indeed. I’m going abroad for a medical research seminar next week. I’ll see if I can enlist the help of other experts.”
“Thank you.” Brandon nodded and then fixed his eyes on the X-ray result, his gaze deep and unfathomable.
“Why are you speaking so formally to me, anyway?” Frank asked. “We were friends, you know. Make sure you get some proper rest. Avoid thinking too much of the past. You can end up overexerting your brain and hurting yourself by doing so.”
“Okay.” Brandon’s expression somewhat softened after hearing that.
Aside from Frank, he also met with other doctors recommended by the White family.
The doctor that Beal had introduced previously couldn’t help much, but he never gave up. He made up for his failure by tapping other renowned doctors around the world.
Even so, nobody could do anything to cure Brandon’s memory loss.
If anything, they only grew curious about his condition. What, exactly, made him lose his memories? And why was the time period so specific? It was almost as if a sinister f0rce were working behind the scenes.