The Divorcee Amazed the World

He slightly bent down, lowering his head, and sincerely said, “I’m sorry.”

Helena, being a reasonable person, responded casually, “Forget it.”

Grace, in anger, protested, “You can forgive, but I can’t! My nose is in so much pain from your attack, and I’m going to get a disability assessment done! Susan’s hand is most likely also your doing, I’m going to sue you for intentional harm!”

Josh frowned and impatiently waved to his subordinates, saying, “Quickly take her to treat her wounds.”

His subordinates hurriedly approached, escorting Grace away.

Josh politely said to Helena, “After you are discharged, I’ll invite you and Willis to dinner. Consider it an apology from my stepmother.”

Helena couldn’t help but look at him a little more and replied, “You’re being too polite.”

She detested Susan, but for some reason, she couldn’t bring herself to detest Josh. He seemed like a person with clear principles and a lot of cultivation.

Willis asked Josh, “Has the person who harmed Susan been caught?”

Josh’s face darkened slightly. “No. That person has strong anti-surveillance capabilities, almost avoiding all monitoring along the way. There were no fingerprints left at the scene. Due to being an underground parking lot, there were too many footprints, making it difficult for the police to collect evidence. The only clue is a blurry image captured from the surveillance camera, matching the time of the incident.”Content from NôvelDr(a)ma.Org.

Willis raised an eyebrow. “Did you bring the photo? Let me see it.”

Josh took an envelope from his trench coat, pulled out a seven-inch photo, and handed it over.

Willis took it, holding it carefully and examining it closely.

The photo was indeed quite blurry. In dim lighting, the silhouette of a man’s back could be vaguely seen.

The man was tall, with long legs, wearing a black windbreaker, a black baseball cap on his head, black gloves on his hands, and holding a sledgehammer. His movements were agile, with large strides as he walked.

Even with just a blurry silhouette, it was evident that this person was extraordinary, exuding an aura that ordinary people did not possess.

Thinking of someone, Willis tightened his grip on the photo.

He said to Josh, “Give me this photo. I’ll have my people help investigate.”

“Thank you.”

“You’re welcome.”

After Josh left, Willis asked the maid to leave the room.

Once the door was closed, the room fell silent.

Willis said to Helena, “Remember the bald guy who took you away to restore the ancient painting?”

Helena nodded, “I remember.”

“His sister is the one who severed your finger. She resented you for sending her brother to prison and sought revenge on you. I’ve already avenged you by cutting off her left hand.”

Helena listened with a trembling heart.

Lowering her head to look at her left hand with the splint, she couldn’t help but feel sad.

What was the use of revenge? Her finger was already severed, and she didn’t know what the future held.

Willis said, “This matter has nothing to do with Susan. You sought revenge against the wrong person.”

Helena’s heart skipped a beat. She suddenly raised her head, stared at Willis, and her voice trembled, “Do you suspect that Susan’s hand was injured because I had someone do it?”

Willis’s gaze deepened, holding her shoulder, he said, “Don’t be angry. I believe it’s not you. What I mean is, someone is secretly helping you get revenge. But they got the wrong person; it wasn’t Susan who hurt you; she’s innocent.”

Helena restrained her emotions and asked, “Then who do you think is secretly helping me?”

Willis handed her the photo. “It’s this person.”

Helena took the photo, staring at the blurry figure carefully.

But with just a back view, it was challenging to identify who it was.

Willis watched her with profound meaning. “Is the person in the photo Jay?”

Helena’s nose tingled, and her eyes suddenly turned red. Holding the photo tightly, her emotions surged as she vehemently said, “It’s not him! It’s impossible for it to be him!”