Isabella's eyes widen as her head hits Jack's solid body, while his words fall on her ears with a kind of confusion : "What are you saying all of a sudden?!" .
At that moment, Elizabeth intervenes with steady steps towards him directly, her face bearing gloomy features. "Explain now." As for Emma, she seems to be drowning in confusion amidst them all.
Jack turns his gaze to the small crowd in front of him and, after taking a deep breath, leans on one leg, seemingly thinking about how he will explain this.
Before the words could escape his lips, Clara interrupted with curious enthusiasm from behind him, "The man you met was not a doctor registered at this hospital... or in other words, he was a fake doctor or a great actor "
Before she opened her phone, there was a video that looked like a hospital surveillance camera video showing the 'fake doctor' entering through the main door with great ease... a few minutes before Elizabeth and her aunt arrived.
As if the situation warranted more mockery... he appears looking directly at the camera several times while strolling through the corridors before appearing to speak confidently to Henry...
"What the he&^k?!" Isabella muttering before grabbing the phone. It looks as if her eyes are tearing at the small device and her fingers are about to break it.
On the other hand, the nerves on Elizabeth's neck were bursting with resentment, and the threads began to tangle in her mind before she said, "And how come no one noticed? What did that bastard do to my mother?"
Her hands clench tightly and memories slowly begin to rewind a few hours, as she continues, muttering, "And why did he show his face to me this morning...just minutes after my mother screamed?"
This drew Jack's attention to her... and for the first time, he looked genuinely shocked.
" show me the camera footage from today."
He shouts at her, and Clara jumps up from her place, "YES, sir!!"
Before she set off quickly to question the supervising security men and the doctors gathered around them, each one of them displaying a nervous expression.
Jack, however, looked at Elizabeth with complete focus, as if his eyes were penetrating her brain, and whispered quietly while holding a paper and pen, "Do you remember what he was wearing?"
In those tense moments, everyone's eyes, including Henry's, who finally mustered his strength to stand up, turned towards his daughter, who was looking steadily towards Jack...
"He was wearing a mask the whole time, so I don't know what he looked like... However, he wasn't wearing the medical coat he wore the first time I met him, but rather a regular shirt. At first glance, I didn't recognize him, but... he has truly distinctive golden eyes." In a steady, calm voice, the young girl rewinds a little, recalling her memories.
"Is this possible?! Isn't this like he's showing off? Did he want to see your reaction?!" Emma gasps, her question hitting the center of attention.
Jack sighs, still holding Isabella who freezes in shock at what she hears, muttering, "Whether he's show off or not... the only certainty is that he's the prime suspect in the murder of Mrs. Nora ,which means we are at a crime scene "
As if the situation wasn't already bad enough, Henry began to collapse again upon hearing these words: "Hahaha, you must be joking with me!! Murder!!" clutching his head in utter panic...
Henry lunged, grabbing Jack by the collar and raining down a series of punches that echoed almost inaudibly... Jack didn't resist ... Isabella's screams filled the long corridors: "What are you doing?! OH MY GOD GET OFF!!" She and the other nurses joined in the frantic cries
"LEAVE HIM ALONE !!! SIRRR,"
A nurse shouts from the end of the corridor.
As for the young girl, she stands motionless among them, like a body without a soul...with Emma frozen like a statue beside her, clinging to each other despite the conflicting emotions within each of them...between fear and revenge, dormant feelings arise.
It wasn't long before she found herself in black clothes for her dear mother's funeral... Whispers from relatives she almost knew were coming from everywhere, between pitying, "Oh, what a poor girl, she must be missing her mother's affection," and indifferent looks whispering about finding another bride for her father quickly, "Poor man! He still has his whole life ahead of him... his wife died at an early age."
She slowly raises her head towards them , her face ablaze with hatred like a match that has finally found someone to burn, and screams in a voice that almost freezes everyone in the hall.
" SHUT UP"
Backing away, she whispered to herself, "JEFFREY," her eyes blazing as she pondered who to start with to soothe the burning fire in her heart for revenge.
Her aunt stood calmly beside her, placing her hand on her niece's shoulder. "We... we definitely will found him. "