Chapter 193

Chapter 193

"What's on the USB drive?" Elizabeth asked.

But Nash refused to say. The officer beside him sensed something was off and pressed him. "You'd better tell the truth. If you don't tell us what's on it, how can we find it?"

Nash still wouldn't talk.

Cornelius stared at him for a moment. "Don't tell me you don't even know what's on the USB drive."

Nash's head shot up. He said loudly, "Don't make things up! Of course I know what's on it. I just can't tell you. Even if I do, you won't let me go. I'll still have to go to prison..."

"You're lying." Cornelius had just been testing him, but his reaction proved the guess was correct.

Elizabeth stared at Nash, saying in a low voice, "If you tell us the truth now, I can talk to Becky and try to get your sentence reduced. But if you say nothing and deliberately hide information..."

She looked at the officer beside them.

The officer immediately caught on. "Concealing information—that's grounds for harsher sentencing."

Backed into a corner, Nash had no way out. He hadn't been released this time—his hands were still cuffed, rattling with every movement.

He clutched at his hair with both hands, saying irritably, "It's not that I don't want to tell you. I genuinely don't know."

"It's your USB drive and you don't know?"

"Unless the USB drive isn't actually his," Cornelius said.

The officer immediately barked, "Nash!"

Nash flinched. The officer didn't care if he was scared—that guilty conscience was exactly what they wanted.

"If you don't tell the truth now, we'll investigate ourselves. And once we find out..."

Nash finally caved. He honestly laid everything out. "I don't know what's on the USB drive because I never opened it. The person who gave me the drive... I don't actually know them either."

Elizabeth was completely lost. "How is it that all these people who supposedly instructed you, who approached you—you've never met any of them? What made you trust them in the first place?"

"They gave me money." Nash was used to gambling away everything. No matter how much money came into his hands, before it could even warm his pockets, he'd already lost it all. Eventually, he'd become obsessed.

His eyes could no longer see anything else. Only money.

As long as someone paid him, he'd do anything. He'd trust anyone.

He clutched his hair, his eyes bloodshot. "They gave me so much money. So many bills—delivered to my house in a suitcase. They told me what to do, and I thought there was nothing wrong with it. Becky's young. She's worth that price. If I sold her, I could make money, and they'd give me even more..."

No matter how he calculated it, the deal couldn't lose. He'd even factored Becky's mother into his schemes. But the one thing he hadn't accounted for was Elizabeth.

The room wasn't small, but Elizabeth felt suffocated. She turned and walked outside.

Cornelius followed behind her. "He's finished."

"I know."

That was exactly why Elizabeth felt sick. Nash had said everything he could. Squeezing him further wouldn't produce anything more, because he knew nothing else.

The police then took Nash back and said they'd continue investigating the USB drive and whoever took it.

Cornelius and Elizabeth also drove away.

As the car moved down the road, Cornelius asked, "When you ran into that person, he didn't hurt you?"

Elizabeth shook her head. "He kept lying to me. And his lies were flawless. I really thought he was Nash's relative."

If she hadn't run into Cornelius after coming downstairs, she probably wouldn't have suspected the man even now.

"That's good," Cornelius said.

"What's good?"

But Cornelius wouldn't say more.

Good that the person hadn't hurt her.

Just then, Cornelius's phone rang. Angelina was calling. Her voice on the other end sounded agonized. "Cornelius, my stomach hurts so much..."

Cornelius said gravely, "I'm coming right now. Send me your location."

After hanging up, he spun the wheel and headed straight for Angelina's house.

Elizabeth instinctively gripped the seatbelt. "Up ahead where it's easier to catch a cab, let me out. I'll get back on my own."

"It's hard to stop here."

Elizabeth glanced at Cornelius but didn't insist. It probably wasn't that it was hard to stop—he just didn't want to.

After all, the person in trouble on that call was his precious darling. How could he bear to make her wait even one more second?

This time, Elizabeth truly witnessed firsthand just how anxious he was about Angelina.

The moment the car stopped in front of the Sullivan Villa, Cornelius was out like the wind, rushing into the house.

By the time Elizabeth got out, he'd already carried someone out.

Something was clearly wrong with Angelina. Her pregnant belly was showing, blood covering her dress. He held her with her eyes closed—unconscious, maybe.

Cornelius put her in the back seat. Elizabeth sat in the passenger seat.

She had to get in the car. This was a villa district, pretty remote. Hailing a cab would be difficult. Calling one on her phone would probably take nearly an hour.

She'd planned to ride along partway, get out somewhere in the middle, and catch her own ride home. But the car sped all the way to the hospital.

Elizabeth watched Cornelius carry Angelina around frantically—rushing her to the operating room, going to pay and handle admission, then standing guard outside the OR.

Just like a considerate, perfect husband.

If Elizabeth weren't his legal wife, she'd really think this "couple" was a match made in heaven.

Who knew when Angelina would wake up? Elizabeth didn't want to stay here any longer and was about to leave when Cornelius stopped her. "Wait until she wakes up before you go."

"Why?"

Cornelius said, "Angelina's request."

Elizabeth didn't understand. The child was in danger. The child's father was here. What use was keeping her around? Did they want her to witness their happy little family of three?

Make her back off?

Two more hours passed. The light above the operating room went out.

Angelina was wheeled out by the doctor, who said she'd taken a fall and injured the baby in her belly. Fortunately, her constitution was strong and the fetus was healthy—unharmed. But the mother needed bed rest.

Watching the doctor wheel her into a hospital room, Elizabeth stood at the door, looking down at her phone. Two hours wasted here for nothing.

It wasn't that she was heartless. She just couldn't muster any affection for a child her husband had with another woman. The fact that she didn't curse them day and night already showed she had class.

"Can I leave now?" Elizabeth asked.

Before Cornelius could answer, a nurse came over.

"The patient is awake. You can go in and see her now."

Cornelius said, "Go see her."

Elizabeth was silent for a moment before following him inside. The hospital room was quiet except for the sound of the breathing machine.

Angelina lay pale in the bed. Seeing Elizabeth and Cornelius walk in, she smiled. "Cornelius, I'm a little hungry."

Cornelius said, "I'll go get you something to eat."

He left.

Elizabeth felt uncomfortable staying here, but Angelina kept staring at her.

"Do you know why I wanted you to stay?"