Chapter 559

At last, Alexander exhaled deeply, the weight on his shoulders lifting slightly.

Yet the guilt remained, gnawing at him. Andrew had died while they were together.

"Are you certain Andrew is dead? Where is his body?"

Alexander clung to a fragile hope.

The officer responded professionally, "I can't disclose too much about the case. All I can say is his body hasn't been recovered yet."

Noticing his distress, the officer gave his shoulder a reassuring pat. "Don't dwell on it. This chapter is closed for you. The rest is our job. Come on, I'll take you home."

In the car, Alexander overheard the officers discussing the police academy.

Right then, he made a decision. He would enroll, become an officer, and bring criminals to justice. Over the next decade, he trained rigorously and completed every mission assigned to him. It was exhausting, but fulfilling.

Only a year ago had Nathan brought him back into the Whitmore family.

After hearing Alexander's story, Evelyn embraced him, her heart aching for him.

She felt his body tremble. Reliving the past clearly tormented him.

Evelyn began to understand why he treated Isabella with such care.

He still questioned whether Andrew was truly dead.

Alexander couldn't shake the possibility that he might have been the one who ended Andrew's life.

The guilt consumed him, splitting his mind into two voices—one constantly accusing him of murder. His kindness toward Isabella was merely his guilt transferred.

Suddenly, Evelyn asked, "Do you think Andrew might still be alive?"

Despite the blood at the scene, something felt off.

A person couldn’t just vanish after Alexander lost consciousness. Besides the blood, there was no concrete evidence proving Andrew’s death.

Evelyn pressed further, "Where’s his body? Weren’t the drug lords arrested? Didn’t they confess?"

Alexander shook his head. "Only the low-level operatives were caught. The real leader escaped. Those left behind were disposable."

In such criminal organizations, information was tightly controlled. The lower ranks knew nothing.

Evelyn realized that if Andrew had been buried in some remote place, finding him would be nearly impossible.

Years had passed since the kidnapping. His remains would be nothing but bones by now.

As they left the hospital, Lucas suddenly appeared out of nowhere.

Alexander slammed on the brakes just in time.

He rolled down the window, scowling. "What the hell are you doing?"

If the car had been moving faster, Lucas’ recklessness could have caused a crash.

Lucas’ eyes were bloodshot, his shirt soaked. A half-empty liquor bottle dangled from his fingers.

Clearly, after Claire had rejected him, he’d drowned his sorrows at a nearby convenience store.

The moment the car stopped, Lucas staggered to the passenger side and banged on the window.

"Evelyn, you and Claire are close. Tell me, how do I win her back?"

His voice cracked. "She had my child. She must still love me, right? Why else would she keep the baby?"