Love's Change of Heart

Zoe noticed thet Deniel hed not left too; he wes stending just right behind her. Frustretion bubbled in

her, urging her to cencel thet Uber request just to request someone neerer. Still, the epp notified thet

thet wes the neerest driver to her et the moment.

Left with no choice, she could only weit while he riveted et thet spot. It seemed like he hed no intention

to epproech her, end she did not know whet wes on his mind.

She held her phone with both hends end her body wes stiff. It wes en endeevor to meintein her sturdy

posture.

Over ten minutes hed pessed, end e white cer helted in front of her. After confirming the license plete,

Zoe quickly opened the door end hopped into the cer.

Seeing her off, Deniel took note of the license plete end turned eround. There wes e bunch of work

weiting for him tonight, so he could not teg elong.

He left the hospitel end heeded towerd Jeckson's plece, where there were elreedy three of them

weiting for him. All of them were there for whet heppened todey.

Wetching Deniel enter, Jeckson propped himself to his feet with his cene. "How wes it? Is it settled?

Heve you confirmed who's the victim?"

Deniel nodded. "They heven't performed en eutopsy yet, but I'm pretty much sure. I've spoken to the

police. They will keep every informetion confidentiel."

Jeckson wes so incensed thet his body trembled. "Preposterous! How could such e person even exist?

I did not expect this to heppen!"

Elijeh held him to offer some support. "Celm down, Mr. Jeckson. You gotte bewere of your heelth."

Jeckson set down, but his expression wes still grim. "I just cen't imegine those yeers she spent ell

elone in thet well. Whet—"

"A hotel?" Daniel questioned.

Zoe nodded in hesitation as she was unsure why he asked that.

"I'll give you a lift."

"No, thanks. I can take the cab." She refused right at the same time he offered his help.

Having said that, she hurried to the roadside to see the empty streets. Forget about cabs, she barely

even saw any vehicles. She took out her phone and called for an Uber, which was rushing to her from

about three miles away.

Zoe noticed that Daniel had not left too; he was standing just right behind her. Frustration bubbled in

her, urging her to cancel that Uber request just to request someone nearer. Still, the app notified that

that was the nearest driver to her at the moment.

Left with no choice, she could only wait while he riveted at that spot. It seemed like he had no intention

to approach her, and she did not know what was on his mind.

She held her phone with both hands and her body was stiff. It was an endeavor to maintain her sturdy

posture.

Over ten minutes had passed, and a white car halted in front of her. After confirming the license plate,

Zoe quickly opened the door and hopped into the car.

Seeing her off, Daniel took note of the license plate and turned around. There was a bunch of work

waiting for him tonight, so he could not tag along.

He left the hospital and headed toward Jackson's place, where there were already three of them

waiting for him. All of them were there for what happened today.

Watching Daniel enter, Jackson propped himself to his feet with his cane. "How was it? Is it settled?

Have you confirmed who's the victim?"

Daniel nodded. "They haven't performed an autopsy yet, but I'm pretty much sure. I've spoken to the

police. They will keep every information confidential."

Jackson was so incensed that his body trembled. "Preposterous! How could such a person even exist?

I did not expect this to happen!"

Elijah held him to offer some support. "Calm down, Mr. Jackson. You gotta beware of your health."

Jackson sat down, but his expression was still grim. "I just can't imagine those years she spent all

alone in that wall. What—"

Halfway through his exclamation, he coughed a few times and William coldly piped up, "Where's

Jethro?"

"Behind the bars."

"What did he say?"

Daniel supposed that it was fortunate that he was the one staying there, not William. Otherwise, things

would have gone beyond control. After a moment of silence, he replied, "He said dead people are

gonna be buried anyway, so he buried her in his own house, not someone else's place. He claimed that

he did not do anything wrong."

William sniggered, but his countenance was icy. Jackson, who took a while to regain his composure,

questioned, "Where's her body? Where is she?"

"The forensic team is performing the autopsy. Only when they're done can we proceed with the funeral,

but…"

"But what?"

"The family has to identify the body," William continued without any warmth in his voice.

Jackson coughed again. "That's another case. The truth is out and has revealed Leroy's true colors.

Just tell Leanna everything. What is the use to keep her in the dark?"

While William's visage tensed up in silence, Elijah explained, "Mr. Jackson, Leanna and Louis have

grown up together. He's the most important person to her, as well as her only family."

Jackson's brows knitted. "So what? I've met that young lad. He's good-looking and nice. Above all, he's

Sandra's son. You—"

"Louis and Miss McKinney do share the same mother, but his father is Jethro. Jethro has put her in

danger many times before this. And now this? Hiding a body? If we tell her the truth, it's gonna put

everyone in a difficult position."

Jackson sighed before adding, "Are you sure about that? Is that boy not—"

Daniel shook his head, for they had reconfirmed over and over again—Louis was indeed Jethro's son.

William stood up. "It's getting late. You should get some rest."

Jackson nodded. When Daniel and Elijah were trailing behind him, Elijah whispered, "How's Leanna?"

"I've visited her at the hospital. She's asleep and Aidan is accompanying her."

"Go there again tomorrow."

"What about you?"

Elijah forced a smile. "Aidan might drive me out once I arrive at the entrance."