Horace studied Ariana and noticed her sleeves were wet. He passed a bag he was holding to her and said, "Would you like to tidy yourself up in the VIP room? Mr. Anderson got me to buy this for you. Please change out of your wet clothes and put this on. I'll take care of Mr. Anderson. You can take a rest after tidying up. I'll call you if anything happens."

Ariana did feel a little tired. She wanted to refresh herself with a shower, so she took the clothes and thanked Horace before entering the VIP room next door.

Meanwhile, Theodore came out of the bathroom, and Ariana was nowhere in sight.

He only found Horace waiting for him in the ward.

"Where is she?" Theodore asked with a frown.

Horace replied respectfully, "Mrs. Anderson is resting in the room next door."

He then pushed Theodore's wheelchair and got straight to business.

"There was some new discovery at the site of the accident. The police are waiting for you outside to discuss the details."

Theodore regained his composure and nodded.

"Let them in,” he said grimly.

The police officer who led the investigation team was Sprague Carpenter, the captain of the criminal investigation department and Theodore's acquaintance.

After they exchanged a few pleasantries, they dove straight to the point.

Sprague handed Theodore some pictures from the accident site. The images showed two cars that were almost burnt to ashes. Although evidence of foul play was scarce, Theodore still picked up one of the pictures and examined it.

Sprague picked out a photo and tapped on a half-charred object as he analyzed,

“Our men have inspected your car and found the brakes had been tampered with. It was doomed to malfunction. According to your route, if Lynch hadn't crashed your car, you would be driving on the expressway within ten minutes. I wouldn't dare to imagine the consequences if the brakes were to malfunction while your car was at high speed."

Theodore sneered, "So this was a blessing in disguise?"

Sprague had a grave expression while he sighed, "I can only say that there were many coincidences in this accident."

Theodore put down the photo in his hand and asked, "Any idea who did it?"

“We found some clues, but investigations are still ongoing. We will inform you as soon as something new comes up."

Sprague signaled to one of his men to bring in an apricot-colored bag and turned back to Theodore, explaining, "We found your wife's bag at the scene. It wasn't completely damaged, perhaps because it was flung out during the crash, and the fire didn't get to it. Only the exterior was damaged. Everything inside is still intact.