Meanwhile, in Jason's cabin, Aiden sat in the chair, across his desk. His piercing gaze fixed on the stack of documents in front of him, while he flipped through the pages reading the same details again. His jaws were tight and his brows were furrowed.
As before, nothing in the documents confirmed whether Arwen had truly suffered from amnesia. These were the same reports he had gotten in his hands when he had investigated Arwen's medical history.
"These are her past medical records. I got it through my resources and the possibility of them being tampered with is nearly impossible," Jason said, standing across the desk with his arms folded. His tone came measured, as though he had already anticipated Aiden's reaction in response to his words. "And as you can see there is no —"
"Trace of any memory loss," Aiden finished impatiently, his voice carrying an edge that couldn't be missed.