Conrad sighed and shook his head.

Eartha said anxiously, "Anyone with eyes can see this has something to do with Remington. He definitely hid Andrea. Honey, we raised her and spoiled her. We have to save her. Why haven't the police searched his properties? Why haven't they brought him in for questioning? They need to force him to hand her over..."

"Calm down. I already went to the station. The driver who knocked their car into the lake has been interrogated multiple times, and he insists it was a brake failure.

"He claimed Andrea's car stopped suddenly and he couldn't brake in time, which caused the accident. The police couldn't find any connection between that driver and Remington. With zero evidence, they can't just issue a search warrant based on mere suspicion."

Tears streamed down Eartha's face again. "So we're just going to leave it at that? Who knows what kind of torture she is going through right now. The poor girl didn't do anything, and the police already released her. What right does Remington have to do this? Is there no justice left in Zion City?"

She grew incredibly agitated, looking as if she were about to faint again.

She had already passed out once by the lake, so Conrad quickly helped her lie back down.

Resting against the pillows, Eartha turned her head away and wept silently.

"How did everything fall apart so fast? It's all my fault. I shouldn't have asked you to invite Lizetta over for dinner. If I hadn't, she wouldn't have been in that accident, and Andrea wouldn't have been framed for murder and gone missing. It's all my fault..."

She struck her own chest, her face the very picture of heartbreak and remorse.

Conrad had secretly harbored a few doubts about the events of the past couple of days.

But seeing his wife drowning in guilt, those suspicions completely vanished.

He quickly caught her hand to stop her from hitting herself and offered soothing words.

"You're already weak from giving up a kidney. Don't do this. If you ask me, this is entirely Lizetta's fault. It was her own ungrateful attitude towarcher adoptive mother that, made Jolin hate her enough to want her dead. This has absolutely nothing to do with you of Andrea."

He grabbed a towel, gently wiped away her tears, and continued.

"Get some rest. I'll make another trip to the hospital and ask the doctor about her condition."

Eartha nodded eagerly. "Yes, honey,

please go check on her. Ask the

doctor how she's doing. If she wakes up and is okay, beather for mercy No matter what, you're her biological father. Try to talk some sense into her and make her let Andrea go. Andrea truly is innocent."

Conrad patted her shoulder reassuringly. He waited until she closed her eyes before standing up and leaving the room.

The moment the door clicked shut, Eartha's eyes snapped open. She sat up and grabbed her phone.

She dialed a number, and the call connected almost instantly.

"Dad," she said.

An elderly but urgent voice came through the speaker.

"How did it go?" the Porter patriarch asked.

"Lizetta was rushed to the Dashiell hospital for emergency treatment. It's a private facility, and security is impenetrable.

"After that incident she had there a

while back, they overhauled their protocols twice. I spent a fortune but it

trying to bribe a staff member. was useless. I couldn't get a single piece of viable information