The evening slowly descended, signaling the end of the workday. However, Harry did not leave his office. He remained seated in his leather chair in front of his desk, waiting in silence.

Finally, his phone rang. "Mr. Scott, I've compiled the information and sent it to your email."

"Good," Harry replied and opened his email.

As he perused the information, his expression darkened.

Though the documents were not extensive, given the limited timeframe, they provided all the answers he sought.

Her right ring finger... was indeed missing!

Furthermore, her situation in the psychiatric hospital had been far from favorable over the years. Joyce would visit Summer several times a month, and every time after she left, Summer would have to be treated for "self-harm".

The documents did not clarify whether the self-harm was genuine or merely a cover-up for new injuries that had suddenly appeared on Summer's body.

But Harry was no fool. He could surmise, to some extent, the true cause behind t