Emily Blair gathered up the files from her lap, tucking them away neatly before speaking in a soft voice. “If you don’t trust these documents, you’re welcome to look into it yourself. I can wait.”
Alex White still said nothing.
She glanced at him, then continued, “To sum it up: Matthew Ross wanted his younger sister Cynthia to study abroad, but he couldn’t afford it. So Isabella Austin promised to make it happen—if he agreed to work for her. She forced him to misdiagnose Rose Ward’s grandmother, and kept Rose close as her pawn, making Rose compose piano pieces for her.”
“I understand.”
Alex’s voice was hoarse, almost unrecognizable.
He had no need to check the facts himself.
He was the one who’d introduced the middleman to help Isabella set up her trust fund in Astoria.
He never asked what exactly Isabella planned to do—he just knew that if she requested something, he would do everything in his power to help her.
Emily watched him, her eyes flickering with something unspoken.
Alex looked utterly wrecked. His lips pressed into a tight line, his brow furrowed so deeply it carved a permanent crease between his eyes. Pain radiated from his expression, raw and almost tangible, frustration and worry knotted at his forehead, stripping away the usual composure of the neatly-dressed doctor and leaving him looking disheveled and lost.
Even Emily, who prided herself on her tough heart, couldn’t bring herself to say anything else that might wound him further.
She fell silent.
Alex stared straight ahead, his mind replaying memories of Isabella Austin over and over.


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