Chapter 13

No matter how strong the feelings, there would always be a moment when it ends. James had held Naomi's ice-cold body in his arms throughout the entire night. By morning, his lips had turned purple from the cold, and his face was frighteningly pale. After he quickly washed up, he made a call. Throughout the night, his mind replayed everything, taking him back to where it all started—Jeanine Academy. He planned to investigate the truth himself. At the same time, he brought in forensic specialists. As he looked at Naomi lying motionless on the metal table, a trace of pain flashed across his face. "Please do your best to be thorough. I want to know about every scar, no matter how small it may be." The forensic team exchanged glances and nodded silently. As James stepped outside and felt the warm and comforting sunlight on him, his throat tightened. "Nae, I'll surely investigate this thoroughly. Every injury you suffered—I'll return them a hundredfold." In her spirit form, Naomi fol