Chapter 545 Why Does She Like To Fake It?

Her ankles still hurt till she broke a cold sweat. Now that she crouched down with her whole weight pressed onto it. It made her pained till she gasped for cold air. She picked up the reports that were scattered piece by piece. Then she hobbled and limped to the side of her wheelchair. Then she steadied her wheelchair to sit back on it.

Even though her ankles relaxed, her pain still did not alleviate for a long while. She placed the reports piece by piece, arranged them nicely, and then put them inside the file case. Even though she suffered from the ridicule of Madalyn and Sharon, she still went to the forensics department. That way, she could truly move on.

She calmed her emotions and then pushed her wheelchair slowly to the forensics department. In front of a second-floor window, Gilbert was smoking his cigarette. His gaze was obscured as he stared at the frail figure downstairs.

After a while, until that figure entered the forensics department, he spoke calmly, " You tell me, wh