Chapter 827: The Enemies
"These are the latest pictures of Dr. Frost, sir."
The older man looked up from his thick, well-worn file. Slowly closing it with a soft thud, he pushed it aside and reached for the photographs handed to him. His eyes scanned each image of Caius Frost, a slow, satisfied smile creeping across his face. Perfect. He’d finally tracked down the elusive Dr. Caius Frost. And as his gaze lingered on one particular picture, a second thought crossed his mind—a possible vulnerability. Even better.
It was true; blessings often came in pairs.
"Tell me," he murmured, tilting his head toward the man standing nearby, "do you know who she is?"
The man cleared his throat, nodding. "She’s listed as the caretaker of the estate where he’s staying. Away from... well, away from everyone else." He spoke in a serious tone, but the older man leaned back, his interest piqued.
"Come on now," he chided, a sly glint in his eye. "I can hear it in your voice. You know as well as I do that she’s more than just a caretaker. So, is she... taking care of him in other ways, too?"
The man hesitated, but a smirk played on his lips. "Seems that way. Unfortunately, the property is remote—far enough that getting surveillance is a real challenge. These were only captured because they ventured outside. But... I think I’ve uncovered her identity."
The older man’s eyes lit up with intrigue. "Really? Don’t keep me in suspense. Tell me who she is."
"Her name is Lily. She’s the younger sister of his late girlfriend."
The older man’s expression shifted to one of incredulous delight. "Wait—the girlfriend he named that hospital ward after?"
"That’s right. The very one." The man’s lips twisted in a sardonic smile. "Funny, isn’t it? After all that fanfare—the dedication, inviting her parents to the ceremony... Anyone watching would have thought he’d spend his life cherishing her memory. And yet, here he is, cozying up to her little sister instead."