Everyone is checking their social media feed（2）

Brandon Chen elegantly adjusted his floral shirt and black pants, and shrugged with indifference. "Sure, I'm ready anytime, Brandon Chen will accompany you."

After arguing for a while, both of them got into their own cars.

In John's car, Vivian West looked through the rearview mirror at Mark Cooper's Mustang and commented, "Cooper is good at fighting, but I know John is even better."

The designated driver in the front seat couldn't help but steal glances at Vivian West because of her beauty and figure.

Feeling uncomfortable, Vivian West gave him a cold look, but John, who was usually perceptive, seemed oblivious and kept staring out the window silently.

He looked like he was in a bad mood.

Vivian West sighed and looked outside as well. Was it because of Jane? Even though he knew she betrayed him and they were divorced, he couldn't forget about her?

Jane exhausted herself trying to take the pictures with Oliver Ford for their online collaboration. She barely had enough energy to hold her phone. When she saw Brandon Chen's post on social media, she calmly left a comment and liked it.

It was as if John and Vivian West didn't stir up any waves in her heart.

Being angry also required energy, and with her current physical condition, she couldn't even do that.

In addition, Natalie Mitchel's death hit her hard, and she had no time to think about her love life.

After three days of intensive treatment, Jane worked hard with the doctors and was finally able to walk and talk again. However, her vocal cords were damaged, and her speech was broken and incomprehensible.

When she felt dejected, she would cry in her bed, but then tell herself to be strong, repeating this cycle until she was discharged.

After leaving the hospital, Jane and George Hayes went to Natalie Mitchel's apartment complex. She couldn't give up just yet.

George Hayes updated her on the investigation. "We checked the recordings carefully. After Natalie Mitchel argued with Nicholas Turner, she left the apartment and returned three hours later. She must have been sleeping at home. We heard someone enter her apartment without making a sound or speaking, and five minutes later, the same person left."

Jane frowned and thought. "Is it possible that the person turned on the gas valve and caused Natalie Mitchel's death?"

George Hayes nodded. "I went to Natalie Mitchel's apartment. She used a gas canister instead of natural gas, and the plastic hose had been deliberately cut with a knife."

"Besides Nicholas Turner, who else had a key to Natalie Mitchel's apartment?" Jane mumbled.

As they speculated, they saw Nicholas Turner sneaking out of the building. Without hesitation, Jane pushed open the car door and called out to him, "Mr. Turner--"

Her voice was weak and raspy, and difficult to understand.

Nicholas Turner saw her and came over with shining eyes. "You're the singer who lost her child..."

Jane gritted her teeth. This man was really rubbing salt in her wound.

"Mr. Turner, do you know where Natalie Mitchel took my son?" She spoke as clearly as she could.