From Forgotten Wife To Fierce Queen - Chapter 217: Chapter 217

Max returned to the ward with a serious expression, surprised to find that Tyson had already woken up. "Dad, you're awake?"
"Was that Paisy's call?" Tyson had been sleeping, but when he heard her name, he woke up.
"Yeah." Max nodded. Though his brow had relaxed, there was still confusion and worry in his eyes.
"Is something wrong with Paisy?" Tyson's sharp perception kicked in, and his expression immediately turned serious.
Concerned about Tyson's health, Max quickly explained, "Paisy is fine. Don't worry about her."
"Then why did she call you? Is there something she doesn't want me to hear? Why are you going outside to talk?" Tyson asked, pressing further.
"Paisy... She asked me for the contact information of the officer who handled her mother's case," Max didn't hide the truth from Tyson. He was genuinely worried about Paisley.
"Why?" Tyson didn't think Paisy would contact that officer unless something serious was going on.
"Paisy said she might have found some clues."
On the phone, Paisley hadn't explained much in detail.
After quickly asking for the officer's contact information, she hung up.
So now, Max was also anxious.
"What clues? What did she find?" Tyson's expression grew anxious. He was worried that Paisley might be in danger. "No, I can't stay here. I need to go to Brightmoor."
"Dad, calm down. I've already contacted that officer. Don't worry. If there's any progress, he'll let us know. And as for Paisy, don't worry. She has someone protecting her."
Max thought, 'Also, that guy with the last name Vanderbilt—he's in Harrowfell too.'
So, while Max was also anxious, his priority was Tyson's health.
"Listen to me. Don't make Paisy worry." If necessary, he'd have to use Paisley's name to pressure Tyson.
And this method always worked.
Just a second ago, Tyson was insisting on leaving the hospital. Now, he quieted down.
In the police station office, the lead detective from the case, now retired, was sitting behind a desk.
"I've got a general understanding of what you've mentioned. So, where is that person now?" the officer asked.
"He was going to kill me. My apprentice protected me by beating him up. It got a bit serious, so he's currently getting treated," Paisley answered honestly.
The officer hadn't expected such a straightforward answer from the girl. Instead of getting angry, he chuckled, "You're quite a straightforward young lady."
Paisley thought for a moment before handing over the sealed hair and blood samples to the officer.
The officer took them and examined them briefly before speaking, "Back in those days, most investigations relied on manpower, and forensic technology wasn't advanced. However, it wasn't as underdeveloped as people might think. At least, we managed to keep a complete chain of evidence. The problem is—"
He looked at Paisley with some difficulty. "It's been so long, and reopening this case will take some time. Of course, we will do everything we can to investigate all cases, so don't worry about that."
"Can these samples be compared to the genetic evidence from back then?" Paisley asked, pointing at the hair and blood samples.
The officer thought for a moment and nodded. "In theory, yes, but the technical details will be up to the experts. After all, that evidence has been stored for so many years. I'm not sure if DNA can still be extracted."
Paisley understood and forced a smile. "Thank you."
"No trouble at all. That was the first case I handled, and it's always been a heavy burden for me. If I can, I really want to resolve it," the officer said, his excitement barely contained.
He looked at Paisley seriously. "Girl, your mother really loved you."
Paisley froze for a moment, not understanding why the officer suddenly changed the topic.
Seeing her confusion, the officer explained, "When we got the call from the public and arrived at the scene, it was already the next day. Your mother's body had already stiffened. She was holding a bag tightly. Inside the bag were all the things she bought for you."
"Things she bought for me?"
"Yes, there were children's food, children's books, and two sets of clothes." The officer softened, recalling the moment. "She was holding the bag with one hand, and with the other, she was reaching forward, trying to climb. Not far ahead was your house.
"She was trying to get home because you were waiting for her," the officer sighed, "When I think about it now, it still makes me sad."
She was just a few steps away from reuniting with her daughter. Instead, she died in the alley closest to her home, only to be found the next morning by an early riser.
The table shook lightly as Paisley's hand trembled.
Realizing this, Paisley turned pale and quickly placed her hand under the table, clenching it into a fist. Her mother loved her, but the mother who fought to see her daughter one last time wasn't her, but Brittany.
At that moment, Paisley's hatred for Christina reached its peak.