The Year I Was the Other Woman To Myself novel Chapter 803

It was too late.

No one could truly comprehend the sheer agony in Theodore's voice as he said those words, but Penelope understood. She felt the exact same suffocating grief.

She turned in his lap and wrapped her arms tightly around him. There was no need for words right now; just holding each other was enough to soothe their shared pain. They stayed like that for a long time, until Theodore hit play on the recording again.

Suddenly, Penelope realized something. "Norton said a man came in, and that his son needed his heart..."

Theodore's eyes narrowed. "The man Norton mentioned must be the buyer."

"So Norton..." Penelope trailed off, struggling to find the right words. "So Norton was basically a sheep locked in a pen. Before the buyer arrived, they just kept him captive. Once the buyer showed up and the match was confirmed, they bought him, and then..."

And then they cut out his heart.

Of course, it wasn't just his heart, and it certainly wasn't just one buyer.

"There's another possibility." Theodore's voice went dangerously quiet.

"What is it?"

"Norton might have been tested for a match with that man's son without even knowing it. Then, the man hired that gang to lure Norton into the slaughterhouse step by step. That gang was just the weapon. The one who truly murdered Norton was that man."

Hearing this, Penelope clamped a hand over her mouth in horror.

"That's completely terrifying."

"The police have the same theory, which is why they interrogated the gang again. But those guys were just low-level thugs following orders; they had no idea how the actual deals went down. As for the real boss running the operation, he died of a sudden heart attack shortly after going to prison."

Penelope frowned. Didn't that mean they had absolutely zero leads on who the buyer was?

"The police are still investigating. All we can do is wait for the results."

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