CHAPTER 85 Suspicions and Secrets

　　Alexander's POV

　　I sat in my office, surrounded by files and medical reports. The desk lamp cast eerie shadows on the walls, making it hard to focus. The more I studied the reports, the murkier the details became.

　　Something didn't add up. My gut told me so. In my line of work, trusting instincts was crucial.

　　Normally, I steered clear of family drama. My success came from staying objective, focusing on the bottom line. But Nina's struggles had struck a chord.

　　Something about her pain made me want to step in, uncover the truth behind her mother's death. I couldn't bear the thought of her drowning in grief and uncertainty.

　　I revisited the reports from the year of her mother's passing, and something didn't sit right. At the time, everything seemed handled perfectly, but now I noticed red flags.

　　One thing really bothered me. The date of admission and time of death didn't add up. It was a small difference, but it raised a lot of questions.