How was I going to tell this to Olivia now ? The question kept circling my head like an unwanted shadow as I buttoned my shirt in front of the mirror . The pain in my wound had reduced enough that I could finally go back to wearing t - shirts and proper suits , but even with the relief , my chest felt heavy . Not because of the injury , but because of the conversation I knew was coming . No matter how much I dreaded it , there was no avoiding it . Olivia had the right to know . She had waited a long time for the truth about the people hunting her , and now that a name had finally surfaced , she needed to hear it from me . If anything , she deserved that much honesty . I adjusted my cuffs slowly , trying to stall time even though I knew I was only dragging my own nerves further . The reflection staring back at me in the mirror looked calm , but inside I was uneasy . How was she going to react ? Would she spiral into anger , or worse into fear ? Either way , the truth couldn't be hidden . With a decisive inhale , I grabbed my phone from the table and dialed her number . The line rang once before she picked up . " Hello ," she said . Her voice was steady , but I could detect the faint tension that had never really left since the attacks started . " Hey , " I said softly , trying not to let my own anxiety seep through . " What are you doing right now ? " " I just finished having a conversation with my dad . Why do you ask ? " she replied . I reached for my jacket , slipping it on while balancing the phone between my shoulder and ear . " I just got off the phone with the commissioner . I think we might have found out who sent those hitmen after you both five years ago and at the opening ceremony ." There was a sharp pause on her end , the silence weighted . When she spoke again , her voice carried a sudden sharpness , a determination that almost cut through the phone . " Who ? " Even through the line , I could hear her need for an answer , the hunger for clarity after years of torment . " There's no point telling you over the phone , " I said carefully , not wanting to blurt it out in haste . " Even I'm on my way to the station to confirm it . Meet me there so we can talk better . " The line went dead . She didn't waste another second , not even to reply . Once she knew there was even the slightest trace of truth within her reach , she moved faster than anyone else . I slipped my phone into my pocket and exhaled . My hands found my car keys , and before I realized it , I was driving . My driver had volunteered to drive me there both because he was my driver and I was still healing from an injury , but today I was driving myself . My thoughts were racing , trying to prepare myself for the confrontation , for the disbelief , for everything that 10:56 Wed , Sep 24 J Chapter 282 might follow . 94 20 vouchers I reached the station quicker than I expected . The road felt unusually short , or maybe it was my impatience pushing the car forward . As I pulled into the lot , I saw her car already parked near the entrance . She had beaten me here , just as I knew she would . When she spotted my car , she stepped out of hers almost instantly . No hesitation , no wasted time . She was waiting for me not in the casual way she sometimes did , but deliberately , with purpose . She knew we had to walk in together . After all , the commissioner believed we were married , and Olivia was nothing if not sharp enough to keep up appearances . " Who's the person ? " she demanded the moment I approached her . There were no greetings , no warm exchanges . Her tone was clipped , serious , every word coated with impatience . I let out a small sigh , stopping a few feet from her . " I think it's Isadora , " I said quietly . She froze , her brows knitting together . " Hold on , your Isadora ? " " Yes ," I admitted , forcing the word out . " But that's why we're both here . To confirm it . " Her reaction wasn't what I expected . Instead of rage or disbelief , both her brows shot up in surprise before a strange little smile tugged at her lips . It wasn't the smile of someone amused by a joke it was something darker , sharper . She looked more amused than shocked , as though a part of her had always known Isadora was capable of something like this . " That little whore , " she muttered under her breath , her words meant more for herself than for me . Her calm reaction unsettled me more than her anger would have . But I pushed that thought aside , gesturing toward the station doors . " Let's go in ." We walked side by side , our footsteps echoing across the tiled floor as we entered the commissioner's office . He was already expecting us . We had spoken earlier , so everything was arranged . The commissioner gave us a short nod as we stepped in , his face serious . He didn't waste time with pleasantries . " Are you ready ? " he asked . I gave a small nod . Without hesitation , I reached into my pocket and pulled out the picture of Isadora I had brought with me . My chest tightened as I handed it over to the officer in charge of the investigation . The officer took the photograph and headed straight into the interrogation room where the robbers were being held . Olivia , the commissioner , and I moved into the observation room , the one with the large glass window that 10:56 Wed , Sep 24 .. Chapter 282 ... 94 20 vouchers allowed us to watch without being seen. The air inside was thick with tension . I could feel Olivia's presence beside me , rigid , her eyes glued to the glass as though she was trying to burn a hole through it . The officer held up the photo , turning it so the three men could see . " Is this the person who sent you ? " he asked clearly . The silence stretched for a heartbeat , and then all three men nodded at the exact same time . No hesitation , no second - guessing . Their answer was unified . " Yes , " one of them spoke . " That's her . " The confirmation hit me harder than I anticipated . I closed my eyes briefly , a rush of anger and disbelief mixing inside me . A small breath escaped my lips as I pinched the bridge of my nose . Just when I thought she had already done her worst lying about the pregnancy , playing with my emotions , my trust she had to sink even lower . To target Olivia's life . To orchestrate every attempt , every drop of blood spilled . Beside me , Olivia's silence was deafening . She didn't flinch , didn't gasp , didn't show a shred of surprise . Her lips were pressed into a thin line , her expression unreadable . For a moment , I almost envied her composure . As for me , my chest burned . Isadora had crossed a line I never thought she would dare cross . ΔΩ