Chapter 3

After leaving the hospital, I contacted a private investigator, asking him to dig up everything on Tiffany as quickly as possible.

Meanwhile, I started making my own preparations, buying a miniature surveillance camera.

Then I chose a large bouquet from my flower shop and hid the camera inside it.

The next day, that bouquet appeared on Ryan's bedside table.

These days of waiting and watching had left me emotionally and physically drained.

For several days, I found nothing unusual about Tiffany, and tomorrow was Ryan's awakening day.

Time was running out!

My persistence finally paid off. That night, I finally saw something suspicious on the monitor!

Tiffany, in the footage, was lying on the massage chair I'd bought for Ryan, picking a record from the cabinet.

She placed it on the record player, and music slowly filled the room.

I couldn't believe all the nice things I'd set up for Ryan in the hospital room, she was enjoying them!

Thinking back, the massage chair and record player were all Tiffany's suggestions, claiming they'd aid Ryan's recovery.

In reality, Ryan had never enjoyed them once.

Before long, a man walked into the room. On closer inspection, he looked incredibly familiar.

But I just couldn't place him.

The man looked frantic as he entered.

"Tiffany, how can you use Ryan's things? If his wife sees, our whole plan will be ruined!"

Why did he know Ryan? And what was this "plan" he was talking about?

I frowned, staring at the screen.

"Hmph! What's there to be scared of? Soon, all of this will be ours! Besides, I'm pregnant now, I need to listen to music to cultivate my temperament. Come lie down too, a massage chair that costs tens of thousands of dollars really is something else!"

The man ignored her, pointing at Ryan on the bed.

"I don't have your luxury. You need to keep a close eye on him. The moment he wakes up, contact me immediately. I'll handle the media."

"But this baby, he..."

As Tiffany mentioned the baby, I quickly turned up the volume on the monitor.

But the man, clearly on edge, rushed over and clamped a hand over her mouth.

"Be careful, someone might be listening."

I was disappointed. I didn't hear any information about Tiffany's baby.

This was likely the key to her pregnancy!

Just then, my private investigator called.

"From Tiffany's family background, there's nothing out of the ordinary, but her personal life is pretty chaotic. She likes to go to bars and hook up with random people, and her dates are always different. But strangely, three months ago, she suddenly stopped going."

Why? Was it because she was pregnant?

I asked the private investigator to send me the information he'd found, and I began other preparations.

I didn't sleep a wink that night; after all, tomorrow was going to be a tough fight.