Dominick looked seriously concerned. "Based on the paper records, Regan only took a brief elective in the Physics Department at Oakwood College. He wasn''t a full-time student."


    A sudden thought crossed Dominick''s mind, and he turned to Ford. "Ford, check the electronic system. See if there''s anyone with the same name in the Physics Department."


    Ford nodded and got to work.


    After entering "Stewart" and "Physics Department," two names popped up.


    "Lincoln?" Dominick said, surprise evident in his voice.


    "Let''s pull up this file. I''ll go find the paper records."


    Ford seemed confused. "Why dig into unrted files? It seems unnecessary."


    Dominick snapped, "You don''t get it. Regan''s son is Ashley, and his dad is Dean. This isn''t just a coincidence."


    Ford, not fully understanding the situation, simply followed orders.


    They soon gathered Lincoln''s files, printed them, and headed home with their findings.


    When Ford and Dominick showed Nathalie what they had discovered, she couldn''t shake her emotions.


    "The Stewart family has another kid? Older than Dean and actually in the physics program?" Nathalie was puzzled. "Why did this kid disappear from all the stories?"


    "Is he still alive?"


    Her head buzzed with questions.


    But being stuck in the hospital, she couldn''t chase down her leads herself, which drove her crazy.


    "I need to go to the Stewart family''s ce," she said, hitting the bed in frustration. Dominick offered, "Sis, we can go for you."


    Nathalie thought for a moment. "Dustin''s a crafty old fox, super secretive. Even his own son Dean doesn''t know this stuff. You guys might not get him to spill. I''ve got to handle this personally."


    So, Nathalie had to bide her time.


    Impatient as ever, Nathalie didn''t just sit around while in the hospital. She dove into online research about the campus self-immtion incident and grilled Miranda repeatedly piecing together the basics of what happened at Oakwood College.


    She zeroed in on a crucial figure: Officer Luke, who led the investigation back then.


    Once she was discharged, she headed straight to Luke''s ce.


    Officer Luke had a thriving career but recently announced an unexpected retirement.


    Nathalie arrived at his building, sizing up the neighborhood. With some insight, she made her way to his apartment.


    In the elevator, as she punched the floor number and the doors started to close, someone suddenly forced them open.


    A wheelchair was swiftly pushed in. The man in it saw Nathalie and looked genuinely surprised.


    Nathalie awkwardly shifted aside, adjusting her hair. "Fancy seeing you here."


    The man wore dark sunsses, hiding most of his face. He barely nodded in acknowledgment.


    His bodyguard stood beside him, as rigid as a tree.


    Unlike the man, the bodyguard''s face was more expressive. He shot Nathalie à curious nce, then looked at his boss, a hint of


    amusement ying on his lips.