Having anticipated that Keaton would not confess easily, Elliot spoke gravely over the phone, "Continue investigating the Reynolds case. We need indisputable evidence to nail him."
Someone like Keaton would not crack without seeing the evidence firsthand.
Only solid proof could bury him for good.
"Yes, Mr. Jenkins."
After ending the call with Logan, Elliot's expression darkened.
It seemed he would have to confront Keaton again.
…
Night fell.
In another ward in the lab, Elliot leaned against the window, lost in thought.
The door creaked open, and Sheena walked in with a glass of milk.
Noticing his troubled expression, she set the milk down and asked with concern, "What's wrong? Is Keaton refusing to confess, or are you in too much pain? Should I call Yosef?"
The only pressing issue was Keaton.
That cunning guy was likely trying to buy time, hoping his associates would figure out how to get him out.
In front of his wife, Elliot let his guard down.
With an exaggeratedly pained look, he said, "Honey, you have no idea how badly Keaton beat me last night. I'm hurting here and here… I need your comfort…"
Sheena walked over and gently massaged the spots he pointed to, teasingly saying, "Our kids are five years old now, yet you're still so childish. If they hear you talking like this, they'll laugh at you."
Elliot raised an eyebrow, "What's wrong with me being playful with my wife? Who's going to laugh at me?"
With that, he buried his head in her chest and inhaled her comforting scent.
All his worries seemed to vanish instantly.
It was almost 10 p.m., and she was puzzled why he could not handle whatever it was the next day.
Did Keaton cause trouble again?
Seeing Sheena's worried gaze, Elliot smiled reassuringly.
"It's nothing. Logan called this afternoon, saying Keaton wanted to see me. Don't worry, everything will be fine."
Despite his reassurance, Sheena remained unconvinced.
She hugged him tightly and warned him, "You better come back safe and sound. If you dare to come back injured again, you'll face Uncle Grant's punishment in the Jenkins family's altar room. I'm serious!"
"Yes, ma'am."
His tender smile instantly disappeared the moment he left the room, replaced by a serious expression as he followed Yosef to the lab.
Yosef handed him the test report and said, "Elliot, I'm sure there are no viral agents in your body. Keaton must have been lying to you."
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