Ethel had undeniably poured her heart and soul into uncovering the truth about Wesson's death.

Ethel appeared torn but eventually voiced, "Kiki, the protocol of the police station prohibits the acceptance of gifts."

"Am I still an outsider to you?" Nicole queried. “Isn't this jade pendant a gift from a friend during your off-duty time?"

Ethel found herself unable to refute Nicole's logic and conceded to Nicole's perspective. Despite their limited interactions, a profound bond seemed to have inexplicably formed between them.

Nicole shared Ethel's sentiment, envisioning Ethel's resemblance to her little sister in her dreams growing stronger with Ethel's hair lengthening and feminine attire.

Placing the jade pendant around Ethel's neck, Nicole recounted its significance. "My father presented this to me on my eighteenth birthday. Each year, I received two gifts, one for myself and one for the sister I once had."

“What happened to your sister?" Ethel asked.

"She passed away at a young age," Nicole said.

“I'm sorry," Ethel swiftly offered her apologies.

“It's alright," Nicole reassured her. "I believe she's in heaven now, watching over me alongside my father."

With a serious gaze, Nicole said solemnly, "I hope this can be your lucky charm. May it guide you safely on every mission."

"Kiki, I am truly grateful. I will hold this close to my heart,"

Ethel expressed, deeply moved by Nicole's sincerity and the significance of the gift.

Unbeknownst to them, they had already reached Brett's residence.

Fortunately, this antiquated neighborhood had remained untouched by renovations for two decades and now faced impending demolition. Had they arrived post-demolition, locating Brett's home might have proven challenging.

Perched on the third floor, Brett's home was an antiquated, dilapidated apartment.

Nicole rapped on the door tentatively, uncertain if Brett still occupied the premises after years of absence. If Brett had truly been entangled in murdering her father, he might have fled long ago.

A senior woman with gray hair swung the door open. “Whom do you seek?"

Nicole didn't recognize the woman and scanned the interior fruitlessly for signs of Brett's presence. “Excuse me, is this where Brett resides?" she inquired.

The woman gent shook her head. "Brett is unknown to me."