CHAPTER 85 Let Me Help

　　Travis Turner casually leaned against the edge of the cluttered desk, a stack of medical reports fanned out before him. His piercing blue eyes scanned each page meticulously, the furrow in his brow deepening with every line he read. The room was quiet, save for the soft rustle of paper and the distant hum of the busy city outside his high-rise office.

　　"Something doesn't add up here," Travis murmured to himself, his voice a calm whisper in the silence. He reached for another report, his fingers brushing against the cool surface of the document. With a sharp inhale, he caught the scent of ink and something else- perhaps the faintest hint of deception.

　　"Take a look at this, will you?" he called out, not lifting his gaze from the papers. His assistant, seated across the room, perked up at the request and approached with keen interest.

　　"What is it?" she asked, her voice tinged with curiosity as she peered over his shoulder.