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“What are you planning?”
Halbert frowned. “Eliza, I’m warning you. anywhere near it yourself.”
If you want to investigate this, send someone. You’re not going
But Eliza didn’t even blink. “Yeah, yeah. It was just a random question. And even if I did want to go check it out, you wouldn’t let me. If you’re that worried, then have your guys go to the east campus and investigate. Just make sure I’m the first to know if anything comes up.”
Seeing that she wasn’t actually heading to the cast campus, Halbert finally relaxed. “I’ll have the driver take you home in a bit. Nolan can keep an eye on you. I’ll call as soon as I have news–keep your phone on, you hear me?”
“Yeah, yeah. You’re being such a nag.”
She’d never realized Halbert could nag like this.
He gave her a light poke on the forehead. “I’m only doing this because Tristan asked me to. Otherwise, I wouldn’t bother.”
With that, he ordered one of the bodyguards to call the driver.
On the way home, Eliza kept rewatching the live broadcast.
Ethan’s death had blown
up
online.
The livestream had shot straight to the trending topics, and it hadn’t left the rankings all day. More and more people were now paying attention to the recent death at Claire University’s medical school. Some had even compiled a chart tracking student deaths by year–it revealed a shocking pattern: every year, three or four medical students died under mysterious circumstances. And since the victims‘ families hadn’t pushed back or pursued legal action, every case quietly faded into obscurity.
The more Eliza read, the more uneasy she felt.
So many student deaths each year? It far exceeded the city’s average accidental death rate.
And the causes? Nearly all were listed as accidental or “depression–related suicides.”
Could there really be that many students with depression at one school?
Her gut told her something was seriously wrong. “Halbert… what if these weren’t suicides at all? What if they were murders–staged to look like suicides?”
She kept replaying Ethan’s final words in her head.
“Emilia didn’t kill anyone.”
If that were true, then the whole story about her taking her own life out of guilt was a lie.
The school and the police both insisted Emilia was the killer because she’d left a note.
But if that note was fake–or planted…
The deeper Eliza thought, the less sure she felt about anything.
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Chapter 476 A Perfect Cure?
Halbert tried to offer a simpler answer. “Maybe Ethan just didn’t want to accept that his girlfriend was murderer. So he pulled this stunt to rewrite the story”
“Would someone really kill themselves just to preserve a lie?” she said, staring at him.
There was a bigger problem here–one that probably involved Claire University Medical School and its powerful benefactor: the Foster family.
Maybe she was overthinking it.
But Eliza couldn’t ignore her instincts. Once she had a feeling something was off, she had to follow it through.
Unless the investigation proved the school and the Foster family were innocent, she wasn’t backing down.
Meanwhile, Nolan had been at work when he got word that Eliza was home. He rushed back immediately.
The incident at Claire University was all over the news.
When he walked through the door, he found her in front of the computer, deep in research–scanning through student death records tied to the medical school.
Seeing her safe, Nolan finally exhaled. “Are you hurt?”
“No.”
She shook her head. “Not hurt. But I did notice something weird.”
She looked up at him. “Back when that flu outbreak started–you remember that injection you gave me? You said it could stop the symptoms overnight. What exactly was that?”
Nolan had also given her a second dose, just in case–but she’d never used it.
He explained, “That drug was developed by the Foster family. Someone on my private medical team had access to it, so I got it for you.”
“So there was a working treatment out there. But no one else knew?”
“That drug was never released commercially,” Nolan said. “Very few people even knew it existed. Even fewer had access. And anyone who got their hands on it wasn’t allowed to sell it.”
“You don’t think that’s a little too convenient?”
Nolan narrowed his eyes. “You’re thinking there’s something wrong with the drug?”
“That’s exactly what I’m thinking.”
Eliza fell silent for a second. “Think about it. That flu had only been spreading for two months, and someone already had a perfectly tailored treatment for it? Doesn’t that strike you as a little… too perfect?”
She looked up at him again, her expression dark.
“I think this whole thing might be a setup.”
