There was no reply in the room, as if no one had come back quietly. Trixie closed the door and looked around the room. There's no Daryl.
Didn't Daryl come back yet? But his car was parked downstairs.
Thinking of Nathalie who just left in a hurry, could she have driven Daryl's car back? Had they been together since the examination?
Just when Trixie wanted to call Daryl, Daryl's number suddenly called. Trixie took a deep breath before connecting the phone.
"What's the matter?"
"Wife, what did you mean by the photos you sent? Where did you find these?"
Daryl's tone was very urgent and nervous, and his pronunciation was not clear in some places.
"Hospitals, and other places."
Trixie spoke to him calmly.
The fire had subsided, and it was meaningless for her to make a fuss with him now.