Elliot immediately left his office, heading straight to retrieve the phone found in Sheena's car from the officers.
It was shattered beyond recognition, with the display completely ruined.
Unwilling to leave any stone unturned, Elliot left the National Investigation Bureau and visited a secret underground repair specialist.
Elliot handed the transparent sealed bag with the phone pieces to a trusted professional, Quintin Blanchard.
Then, he asked, "Can you fix this phone?"
Quintin, wearing specialized gloves, carefully examined each fragment.
After a thorough inspection, he shook his head.
"I'm sorry, it's too broken. Even if I piece the components together, it would be nearly impossible to restore it fully."
"I don't need the exterior fixed. Just reassemble the internal chips and connect them to a new display so I can access the data," Elliot clarified.
Quintin nodded, understanding. "That can be done."
"How long will it take?"
"I need at least two days to get this done."
Elliot's brow frowned, exuding an overbearing aura.
He placed a blank check on Quintin's desk.
"I need it by noon tomorrow. No excuses."
The check made Quintin's eyes widen.
"Don't worry. I'll stay up all night with coffee and energy drinks. You'll have it by then!"
Elliot left his contact information and left.
…
Meanwhile, back in the lab's patient room, Adora was at the window, playfully trying to catch the rain with her hands.
Asher, disinterested in arguing, voiced his concerns.
"What's going on with Daddy and Mommy? Why didn't they visit tonight? Why can't I go home? Are they dealing with something serious?"
Nathaniel dabbed at his cut with a tissue.
"I'm unsure about the specifics, but Svelton has been upside-down lately. A lot has been happening, and Elliot is really busy. It's understandable that he can't keep up with everything, including you two."
Asher thought it over in silence.
Adora was still happily singing by the window, her little hands catching raindrops.
Despite the gloomy weather, she seemed in high spirits.
Nathaniel watched her from a distance, worried she might catch a cold.
Just as he was about to get up and coax her from the window, his phone rang.
Glancing at the screen, he saw it was Mavis calling.
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