Chapter 666 Chloe Is Alive

Joseph's gaze was drawn toward the wailing baby. Frowning, he asked, "What's wrong with him?"

"Maybe he's hungry. I'll take him next door to feed him," Xavia said as she patiently comforted the

baby.

She stepped out of the room, and Tyson ceased trying to persuade Joseph. Instead, he remarked,

"Sometimes, a new life can bring us good luck."

"Good luck?" Joseph scoffed, "My luck has been so rotten that it couldn't possibly get any worse."

Tyson fell silent, unable to refute or find the right words to say. After a while, he left, but Xavia

stayed by Joseph's side until evening. She sat by the bedside and rocked the baby in her arms. She

did not say much to Joseph as he did not give her the chance to speak, so she spent most of her

time taking care of the baby.

"Joe, I need to use the restroom. Can you watch the baby for me?" Xavia said, her smile looking

somewhat stiff after maintaining it for an entire day.

Joseph's eyes softened as he looked at the baby lying on the sofa. The baby was different from

what he had imagined, but he could not quite pinpoint what made it so.

A few nurses passed by the ward, whispering in a mysterious manner.

"Do you know where Braylin went? I haven't seen her for days. I asked the head nurse but she says

she doesn’t know either."

"You didn’t hear? Braylin's parents came to the hospital, and the director had to talk them out of

something. It seems like something has happened to Braylin."

"Huh? What happened to her?"

"She was on duty in the operating room that night when the fire broke out."

"So…Braylin’s dead?"

"I think so. Otherwise, why would she suddenly disappear?"

"But the police only found the remains of one person..."

"Exactly. That's the strange part."

Suddenly, the door of the nurse's station swung open. Ignoring the two nurses, Joseph stormed into

the director's office. After spending half an hour there, he proceeded to the archive room.

The director followed behind Joseph as he said, "Mr. Joseph, everything I said is the truth. Braylin

was in the operating room that night, but we can't be sure whether she escaped or not because the

surveillance footage was destroyed."

Joseph came to a halt and stared at the director. "Then where is she?"

"I don't know…"

"And who was the person who died in the operating room?"

"I'm certain it was Ms. Chloe."

A healthy person had a higher chance of surviving a fire compared to someone who had just

undergone major surgery and was still under anesthesia.

Joseph was standing close to the window. As a cold breeze swept in, he felt his exposed skin break

out in goosebumps. Surprisingly, the chill cleared his mind. He had to admit that the director's words

held some truth. Chloe was weak at the time, so her chances of escaping the fire were extremely

slim.

After reviewing all the files in the archives related to everyone working on the day of the fire, he

found that the director had not lied. However, once certain thoughts took root, they could not be

easily rejected.

Joseph then proceeded to check the hospital's surveillance from other angles and spotted Noah in

them. 'If only ashes could provide DNA…' he thought.

*

Joseph was discharged from the hospital the following day. Lucas came to pick him up and was

astonished to see that Joseph had transformed back into the decisive and composed man he

usually was. His eyes were calm, and his penetrating gaze seemed capable of discerning the

deepest secrets of the soul. He looked as if he had been meticulously sculpted by the hands of a

divine creator to embody the epitome of perfection.

In his shocked state, Lucas wondered how Joseph had managed to recover so swiftly. However, he

was also relieved that Joseph was able to recover from his pain.

Joseph first went to Fairlight, efficiently handling the files stacked on his desk one by one. In the

afternoon, he did the same at the Whitman Group. Patrick happened to be there, and he suggested

that Joseph visit Harold at the hospital.

"Cherish those around you. After all, the deceased can’t come back. We should cherish the living,”

he advised.

In a firm but soft voice, Joseph declared, "Chloe’s alive."

His words carried a sense of conviction that captured everyone's attention.

As Patrick looked at Joseph, he found himself at a loss for words. He thought Joseph had snapped

out of an inability to cope with losing Chloe.

Lucas, who was standing nearby, wore a similar expression. "Mr. Joseph, there are no urgent

matters at the company right now. Why don't you go home and rest for a few days?"

"There’s no need." Joseph glanced at his wristwatch. "Get the car ready. We're going to pay the

Sullivans a visit."