“You!” Kristina was left speechless. Her mind went blank, a single thought echoing in her head—it was all over.

“This transaction came from a foreign bank,” Katelyn added, her voice calm yet relentless.

“If you’re willing to reveal who’s behind it, I’ll give you a chance,” Katelyn said, her tone unwavering.

Kristina slumped into a chair, her face blank. She held her head in her hands, her thoughts in disarray. “I don’t know who they are. They contacted me by email. They promised me five hundred thousand if I added the drug to Mrs. Wheeler’s medication. I… I was blinded by greed. I’d never seen so much money before.” Her words sounded like a confession.

Magda, after a moment of stunned silence, turned to Kristina, her eyes filled with disappointment. “How could you be so foolish? I trusted you. How could you do this?”

Kristina sobbed, shaking her head. “I know I was wrong. It was just a moment of weakness. I’m admitting everything now. I only want a chance to make things right.”

She turned to Katelyn, pleading desperately. “I’ll tell you everything I know. Please, give me a chance.”

Katelyn shook her head slowly, her gaze cold and unyielding. She could see right through Kristina’s intentions. These desperate pleas weren’t driven by remorse—they were fueled by fear. Kristina had been so confident she’d get away with it, which was why she had dared to be so greedy. Now that her actions were exposed, her cries for forgiveness felt hollow.

“The law will hold you accountable,” Katelyn said coldly. “Save those tears for the judge.”

“Now, give me all the records and contacts you have with this person. If I can track them down, maybe I’ll consider speaking on your behalf in court.”

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Tears streaming down her face, Kristina quickly handed over all the chat logs to Katelyn. But as Katelyn reviewed them, her expression darkened. She had hoped she’d caught Kristina in time to uncover the truth, but the mastermind behind this was far more cunning than she’d anticipated.

The email used to contact Kristina was a dummy account. After sending instructions and manipulating her, the person had simply deactivated it. Tracking them through the email was now impossible. Furthermore, the account was traced to a foreign location, making the trail even colder.

Katelyn’s heart sank. The lead had gone nowhere.

She no longer paid Kristina any mind. Before confronting her, Katelyn had already called the police. Now, Kristina would have to face the consequences of her actions.

Katelyn’s mind felt tangled, like a knotted ball of yarn. To clear her thoughts, she decided to take a walk. The hospital had a small, quiet garden in the back. It was autumn, and though the flowers were sparse, the place retained a peaceful beauty.

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