Without uttering a single word or explanation, Sheffield walked straight to the hospital president's office.

Pushing open the door to Sidell's office, Sheffield threw a monitor on his desk and sat down on a chair across him.

"Mr. Sidell, did you really think that you could put the blame on me by destroying the monitor?"

Sidell didn't move, nor did he Look surprised to see Sheffield. Without so much as a twitch of movement, he said, "What do you mean?"

“What do I mean? Helena Morrison..." Sheffield leaned forward and squinted his eyes.

"Does that name ring a bell?"

Sidell lit a cigarette and calmly answered, "Yes, the head nurse of the neurology department."

With a smile on his face, Sheffield continued, "She added some unapproved medicine into the patient's injection, which caused the patient's acute heart decline and eventual death. Sir, why do you think she did such a thing?"

Sidell glared closely at him. It was in this very moment that he realized that Sheffield was here to get his debt.

“What's your relationship with Ingrid?"

Sheffield arched one eyebrow and replied, “Really? Got nervous already?"

“Did you decide to work for this hospital to get revenge?" After Sidell found out that his safe had been touched, he guessed that it must have been Sheffield.

"Bingo!" Sheffield didn't deny it and he continued, "Did you manage to sleep well every night over the past decade, Mr. Sidell?"

Sidell didn't utter a word.

"What? Cat got your tongue? How did it make you feel to set up someone like that? Did it feel great afterwards?"

“Are you Ingrid's son?" Sidell finally saw Ingrid on Sheffield's face.

“Yes, but your realization came in too late!" said Sheffield, smiling vaguely.

“Tell me, what do you want?" Sidell still maintained his composure.

“What do I want? What do you think I want? I want to help my mother get justice and prove her innocence!" Sheffield rested his long legs on top of Sidell's desk casually.

Sidell sneered, "Do you think that you can reverse the verdict of a case that happened many years ago? Don't you think you are being a little too naive?"

“Of course not, I know that! But what if I told you that I've got your audio recording and surveillance footage too? Plus the statements of the patient's family members? Sidell, you killed my mother a dozen years ago and now you want to frame me in the same way? I'm sorry, but

I'm not my mother. I found out the truth before you could get rid of the body!" Sheffield stood up from his chair, and in a cold voice, he said, "Sidell, you're done!"

“If I turn myself in, will you promise me to take good care of Dollie?”

Sidell had spent the past few days in deep contemplation, and it was clear to him in the end that he would have to face Sheffield. He realized that this could only end in a brutal battle between the two of them.

‘Take care of Dollie?' Sheffield Looked like he wanted to Laugh out loud.