"In the future..." the young lady muttered under her breath.
"Will I still have a future?"
Anton Cook didn't hear her clearly, so he instinctively asked, "What?"
"It's nothing." Aubree Groove gave a smile.
"You've had a long day, you should go home and rest. Remember not to wet your wound."
Anton Cook shook his head: "Uncle Aria has been very kind to me during your absence this past year. I'll wait until he wakes up before leaving."
Aubree Groove found Nikita Parker, who was conversing with the police.
Approaching them, Aubree Groove saw Nikita Parker's face as cold as ice.
She said, word by word, "Axun's car accident was not an accident, it was a man-made event."
Aubree Groove's eyes narrowed slightly, looking at the police.
The police officer said, "We are investigating. We will notify you as soon as we have any leads."
Nikita Parker spoke in a cold voice, "Officer, I think there's a person you should particularly investigate."
