Matthew!

“That's the idea," Watkins said.

"I only just found this clue and haven't had time to follow up on it. I've been busy dealing with the accident, but don't worry. I'll get somebody on this old man's trail.

We'll start from nearby." The old man was about sixty or seventy years old and used a crutch to walk. Watkins figured that he probably Lived close to the scene that the photo had been taken at.

Erica tried to contain her excitement.

"Okay. Thank you so much!" It was true that more friends meant more ways.

She could practically hear Watkins' gentle smile over the phone line

“You're welcome. I'm also responsible for your being set up about

Phoebe's miscarriage. Trying to prove your innocence is the least I can do to make things right. I'll have my men look into the old man's whereabouts immediately. As soon as they find out anything useful, I'LL let you know."

Erica was so moved that she was about to cry.

"You are so kind,

Watkins. Thank you. I will treat you to dinner after this!"

"Treat me to dinner? Well, that sounds good! My every attempt to arrange for that has failed up until now. Maybe once we find that old man, it'll work out after all."

"Well, thanks again," she told him.

"I've got to finish Lunch now."

“Okay, enjoy. Bye!"

Erica was in a very good mood as she hung up the phone. She couldn't wait to expose Phoebe's true colors. When that was done, there would be no way Matthew could continue to defend that woman.

That afternoon, Erica had a class. Afterward, she went to the fruit base with Hyatt.

She picked some fresh fruits-several kinds, but her favorite was the strawberries. At her suggestion, Hyatt got a few of his own. As for the rest, she took them back to the villa, washed them and put them on the fruit plate so that Matthew could have some when he got back.

In the meantime, she decided to give Gifford a call.

“Brother, I have something to ask you," she said, controlling her voice and keeping it as pleasant as she could.

“Don't ask me for anything!" barked an irate voice from the other side of the Line. Gifford was still going through a migraine because of the trouble his sister had caused him. Hearing her voice again was about enough to make his head explode.

Erica was ready for her brother's ire.

"Don't be so petty. Where are you now?" she asked.

“I'm in Askor!" Gifford replied impatiently. In fact, he had just brought Chantel back and watched her go into the school.