Chapter 158 The DNA Results Are In
Patricia and Martin chose a nearby Western restaurant for their meal.
After dinner and a short break, they stood up to return to the hospital.
With one hour left for the results, Patricia and Martin decided to wait outside.
Martin said, "I had Alan send someone to investigate the fire that broke out at the Athens psychiatric hospital. The weather has been getting colder, and one of the staff, seeking warmth, was using a heater. After dozing off, a sudden electrical short circuit ignited the heater, setting the curtains on fire. The building material inside was all shoddy and cheap so once it caught fire, it was uncontrollable, and the blaze just kept growing."
Patricia furrowed her brows, voicing the doubt in her heart: "With so many people inside, there must have been a process to the fire outbreak! How is it possible for not even a single person to escape?"
One hundred and eighty people, all perished in the flames.
Unless they had all taken sleeping pills.
Otherwise, setting aside the psychiatric patients, how could it be that not a single fully able member of the medical staff could escape?
Seeing through her thoughts, Martin replied: "I too was doubtful at first, which is why I had an autopsy conducted on the unclaimed charred bodies to ensure there were no traces of sleeping pills in their gastrointestinal tracts."
Patricia finished his thought for him: "So, they were naturally burned to death by the fire, and there's nothing suspicious?"
Martin nodded, "Yes, nothing suspicious has been found so far."
Patricia fell silent, staring blankly ahead, deep in thought.
Despite this.
She still felt something was off.
Perhaps she would only be completely reassured after the DNA results came back confirming it was Debbie!
Time quietly passed by.
Finally, the DNA results were out.
Patricia couldn't wait to ask: "What are the findings?"
The forensic officer handed over the results while saying, "The DNA comparison indicates a twenty-five percent matching probability of kinship. It confirms that they have a blood relationship."
Opening the folder, Patricia found the final entry matching exactly what the doctor had described.
She shared a blood relationship with that charred body.
She and Debbie were half-sisters, sharing the same father.
Hence the twenty-five percent kinship probability.
"It seems I was overthinking it, Debbie really is gone."
Martin spoke gravely, "Since all the bodies were charred beyond recognition, relatives would first perform DNA matching when claiming them. Gavin must have ordered a test before taking Debbie's body home."
The implication being, the results were unlikely to be wrong.
Debbie was truly dead.
"Two tests were done; there should be no mistake!" Hearing his words, Patricia finally dispelled her doubts, packed the folder away, and left with Martin.
Not long after their departure, the door to the forensic lab opened, and Hunter stepped out, handing a check to the forensic officer, saying with a smile, "You did well! Here's the rest of your payment."
"Thank you, thank you, Mr. Miller."
Hunter issued a cautious warning, "Remember, from today onwards, you need to completely forget about this matter. Don't speak a word of what isn't your place to say."
The inspector smiled faintly, composed and unruffled, "I am a person of professional ethics, and I have never done anything to cross the line. What would you like me to say?"
Hunter smiled in satisfaction, hands tucked into his pockets as he walked away with pride.
After leaving the hospital parking lot, he headed straight for Sofiat Restaurant. Upon arriving at the private room there, he called Patricia.
Patricia and Martin had just arrived at Ivara City hospital's parking lot and were about to get out of the car when her phone rang. The moment she saw the caller ID, she suddenly remembered the lunch appointment she had with Hunter today and hurriedly answered the call. She didn't wait for Hunter to speak, apologizing embarrassingly, "Hunter, I'm so sorry, I've been too busy and I completely forgot."
At the mention of 'Hunter,' Martin's brow furrowed involuntarily, irritation flickering in his eyes, his handsome face overshadowed by a cold seriousness.
Hunter feigned speechlessness, "I've been waiting here since eleven-thirty, did you forget me completely?"
"Are you still there? I'll come over right now," Patricia said, her face flushed with shame.
Feeling terribly sorry for breaking the arrangement.
Hunter, exasperated, said, "I'll give you another half an hour. If you don't show up, I'm cutting ties with you, and I won't care about you anymore!"
"Wait for me, I'll be there soon! Just wait for me, okay?" Patricia quickly ended the call, opened the car door, and rushed towards her BMW in a panic.
Martin's handsome face darkened, his gaze as sharp as ice as he quickly followed her, asking knowingly, "Where are you off to?"
As she opened her car door, Patricia explained, "I had an appointment to have lunch with Hunter today, but because of Debbie, I completely forgot about it. Hunter has been waiting since half-past noon. I have to hurry, or he'll be genuinely upset."
Martin rested his arm on her car door, preventing her from closing it. With a sneer in his tone, he taunted, "You didn't make him wait. If he can't wait, why doesn't he just leave? Who is he trying to impress with this pity act? He's clearly doing this on purpose, trying to make you feel guilty so he can take advantage of you."
Patricia forced a strained chuckle, then pushed his arm off the car door, bent down into the driver's seat, and pulled the door shut with force.
In the last moment before the door closed, Martin made a quick decision, moving to stop the door with his hand.
Then—
His palm was instantly caught by the closing door.
"Ow..." he cried out loudly and dramatically, clutching his hand as he crouched down in pain.
"Ouch, that hurts! My fingers might be broken! I'm going to be crippled!"
Patricia, well aware of the force she had used to slam the door, quickly pushed it open to check on Martin, but as Martin happened to be crouching beside the door, he was struck down to the ground by it.
Patricia: "……??"
Martin's cries grew louder and more pathetic.
"Ouch, my knee, it's done for, I might have fractured it... It's over, I'm going to need a wheelchair again..."
He exaggerated his cry, which made Patricia roll her eyes intolerably.
"A guy in his early thirties doesn't fracture anything from a minor fall, the worst you could get is a scrape."
Martin started to act stubborn: "I don't care, you hurt me, so you have to take me to the hospital. You can't leave until I'm seen to."
Patricia took out her phone, glanced at the time, and noticed another five minutes had passed in half an hour.
On one side was Hunter, who she had repeatedly stood up.
On the other side was Martin, whom she had accidentally hurt.
After weighing her options, Patricia decisively crouched down, helping Martin, who hadn't gotten up from the ground: "Fine, I'll take you to the hospital."
Martin's lips curled into a smirk, revealing a triumphant glee that he had gotten his way.
He thought he had managed to keep Patricia there.
But unexpectedly, after she delivered him to the emergency room and left him in the care of the colleagues there, she left.
Martin was furious to the point of explosion: "Patricia, I'm injured? And you're leaving me here to meet another man?"
Patricia, full of apologies, said: "Isaac is a very good doctor here; he'll take good care of you! I've stood up Hunter too many times. If I do it again, it would be too much. Call Alan later to pick you up; I'll come see you tonight at Ellenstein Villa District."
Without waiting for his response, she turned and ran, ignoring Martin's yelling, which didn't make her look back even once.
Martin felt sour inside, and it seemed like a raging anger was churning deep in his heart. He clenched his fists tightly, his nails digging into his palms, using the pain to contain his burning rage.
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