Amelia looked at Simon with a hint of doubt in her eyes.
She couldn't shake the feeling that this man rarely spoke the truth nowadays.
Just as she was about to say something, someone appeared from behind Simon.
A flash of dislike passed through Amelia's eyes in an instant.
She pulled her arm away from Simon's grip and turned to leave.
"I'll go cooperate with the police on my own."
Simon stayed where he was, his expression dark and unreadable.
He didn't follow her. Instead, he just stood there, watching her figure disappear into the distance.
"Mr. Johnson..." Helen Grant's voice was careful, almost tentative, as she addressed him.
"Mr. Johnson, Vivian hasn't been taking her medication again. Could you come take a look?"
Simon glanced at Helen, silent as ever,
