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Andy pulled off her glasses and placed them on the table.

“In that case, you can call the building reception. They have someone who speaks English, and they’ll be able to assist you.”

I nodded. So far, I’d been lucky with this trip—most of the people I’d encountered spoke decent English. “Do a lot of people speak English in Shanghai?”

“Depends on where you go,” Andy said, her fingers still poised over the keyboard. “You’re fine in the city and the touristy areas. Are you planning to go somewhere? I can take you if you want.”

“No.” I shook my head. Sightseeing was the last thing on my mind while Kai was… I couldn’t even bring myself to think the words.

Jail.

Police custody.

I forced the thought away. “I just need to know in case I have to handle something for Kai. You know…”

“I see.”

Before either of us could say anything more, the sharp, urgent chime of the doorbell shattered the quiet. Andy froze, her brows furrowing.

“I… I don’t know who that could be.” Slowly, she got up from her seat. “The reception is supposed to call if we have a visitor.”

19

Kai

The police weren’t happy with my answers.

I didn’t blame them. I wouldn’t be either if I were in their shoes. They had the footage of Mario and me at the gate—aggressively breaking it down. They hadn’t said it outright, but from what I gathered, I was their main suspect.

I had no idea why they kept repeating the same questions over and over, hoping I’d suddenly change my story. For a brief moment, I considered making something up just to mess with them. Ms. Zhang, my lawyer, shut that idea down fast. One wrong word, she warned, and I could ruin my life forever.

She also told me that Chen was still alive—barely. He was in the ICU, kept alive by machines, his life hanging by a thread. Jenny, however, wasn’t able to cooperate with the police. When I pressed Zhang for details, she refused to answer while we were still at the station.

“Can you tell me what happened to my cousin now? Why are they letting me out? I haven’t told them anything.”

I sat inside Zhang’s Volvo as her driver pulled away from the station. The car was far from luxurious, especially for someone like Zhang. She practically lived in the backseat, shuffling between meetings, yet the space barely fits her paperwork. When I’d asked for a ride, her driver had to relocate two bulky boxes from my seat to the trunk.

She hesitated. “I know you and Mrs. Chen. were close…”

That wasn’t a good sign. If the news was minor, she would’ve told me by now.

“Just say it,” I pressed. “Whatever you’re hiding, it won’t shock me.”

Zhang sat up straighter, then cleared her throat. “She confessed—before they admitted her to the facility.”

I froze.

“Wait.” My voice rose as disbelief floored me. “What? What did she confess to?”

Zhang exhaled, barely audible. “She claimed she had been planning to kill her husband for a long time… and that you tried to stop her. But by the time you got there, it was too late.”

“No.” I shook my head, rejecting the words outright.

That wasn’t true.

She loved that man.

She would never hurt him. Not on purpose.