Chapter 102 WAARANT OF ARREST

Naya's P O V

My brows knitted as I stared at the photos on the screen in front of me. Why did Clover have all of these?

I bit my lower lip, a wave of bad feeling surged through me as I scrolled further. My head throbbed hardly as I tried to figure out the reason why these details were here in Clover's folder.

When my mother was still alive, we lived in a modest house that my father had bought. My sister and her son, Nico, were content to live with us despite the house's small size. We were happy, at least. My sister assisted me in delivering the programs I developed to clients, and witnessing her car burning revived certain memories and the emotions I experienced during the accident.

If only I hadn't asked her to deliver those programs that day. If only I hadn't asked for her help, she would undoubtedly be alive and here with me today.