After Zeth's surgery, Viviane returned home, partly to drop off lunch boxes and partly to grab her computer.
She needed to find out who was behind all of this.
Viviane found a small table, got her computer set up, and sat in front of it, her fingers flying across the keyboard as the code on the screen flickered rapidly, rearranging in a blur. Her gaze was focused as if she were merging with this cold machine.
The smell of disinfectant hung in the air, sharpening her focus.
What she was doing now was repairing the surveillance footage from the accident site.
That road usually had no one passing by, but there was a camera.
However, the camera had malfunctioned afterward.
Viviane didn't believe it was normal; it had to be the work of the perpetrator, and the reason behind it was easy t
