“Let’s get back to what we were discussing. What brings you here to see Elora?”
Katelyn slid a ready USB drive across the table to Austen, her voice steady. “Take a look at this before you question why we’re here.”
Austen opened the laptop, plugged in the USB drive, and watched in shock as the files appeared on the screen. Without pausing, he murmured, “This can’t be real. Elora’s mind is like that of a child now. How could she have done all of this?”
Even with the proof staring him in the face, Austen held firm in his belief. “I’ve been by Elora’s side almost every moment since we got to Granville. I’m aware of everything she’s been up to. You’ve got the wrong person,” Austen said confidently.
Katelyn smirked, her tone laced with sarcasm as she gestured toward the document. “The facts are all here. Are you really going to keep lying to yourself?”
Austen’s fists curled into tight balls as he spoke, his jaw clenched. “How can we be sure this evidence isn’t fabricated?” He shot a cold, piercing look at Katelyn. “I only believe what I witness myself. The Elora I know now is incapable of doing any of this.”
Katelyn’s smile curved into a mocking smirk. She had never dealt with anyone as unyielding as Austen.
Even with undeniable proof laid out before him, he seemed more focused on protecting Elora than facing the truth.
“Fine, then. I’ll present you with evidence you can’t deny,” she said.
“What do you mean?”
Austen stood there, completely lost in thought. His eyes followed Katelyn’s hand as she pointed at the cameras mounted in the hotel lobby, their red lights flashing quietly.
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With a calm tone, she said, “You can deny this all you want, but the footage doesn’t lie. You can check for yourself and see exactly what Elora was up to.” Newest update provided by FindN0vel.net
Austen’s hands tightened into fists, his mind a mess of conflicting emotions. The evidence Katelyn showed him was clear—Elora had been involved in a series of activities he never knew about. But even with the proof in front of him, accepting it felt almost impossible.
He exhaled deeply and then walked toward the hotel’s front desk, determined to get his hands on the footage that would reveal the truth.
Vincent watched Austen closely, his fingers tapping lightly against his leg, lost in thought.
The hotel’s surveillance footage from just half an hour ago was clear and unchangeable. Austen’s face grew darker, but he wasn’t ready to give up.
“How could this happen? Elora’s always been so well-behaved and obedient around me.”
“She’s smarter now. She knows how to hide what she’s feeling and keep her real thoughts to herself,” Katelyn replied, a sharp smile curling at her lips. Her words cut through his last bit of hope.
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