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Chapter 512: Running Into a Patient

"Miss Shaw, let’s talk next time."

Mrs. Quinn bade farewell to Thea Shaw with a calm and gentle smile.

She said "next time," but left no information, making it clear there wouldn’t be a next time.

Unless they happened to meet by chance.

Thea Shaw didn’t press, she smiled back and said goodbye to Mrs. Quinn.

The girl didn’t introduce herself either, she linked arms with Serena Quinn and left, the two of them close as if mother and daughter.

But Mrs. Quinn had just mentioned she didn’t have children.

And this girl kept looking at Thea Shaw with wary eyes, even as she walked away she glanced back several times.

As if guarding against a thief.

Thea Shaw wondered if she appeared like one of those manipulative girls with an agenda.

She was simply investigating some information!

In their conversation, if there was an issue, Thea Shaw didn’t sense it, she really didn’t have enough information.

Just as she was about to leave the cathedral, a strange foul odor suddenly caught her attention.

Though the odor was foul and strange, it seemed familiar.

A familiar scent of decay and rot.

Her expression changed slightly, and following the smell, Thea Shaw saw a plainly dressed, haggard-faced woman heading toward St. Elara’s Cathedral, the priest happened to be at the door, and the woman looked as if she’d found a lifeline, calling out, "Father... I..."

She hadn’t finished her sentence, the priest’s expression visibly changed upon seeing her.

In a manner not fitting normalcy, first he looked around warily, then donned a compassionate demeanor and said to the woman, "Come with me."

As the woman and the priest entered the cathedral, the foul odor gradually vanished from Thea Shaw’s senses.

Thea Shaw’s expression sharpened, she’d indeed stumbled upon something significant during this visit.

With this foul disease, as long as you’re close by, you’ll catch the smell, those around will find it strange, but because this disease is so rare, the medical community hasn’t publicized it, people might just think something long decayed had come into contact.

And not realize it’s a precursor to a disease.

This illness is rare, and now, Thea Shaw encountered it once more.

The seemingly ordinary cathedral suddenly felt off to Thea Shaw, could this be just coincidence?

Clearly not.

But she couldn’t just recklessly storm into the cathedral now, the prayer session was over, her entry would be odd.

She snapped a photo of St. Elara’s Cathedral’s entrance, and sent it to Landon Ford, remarking: [I’ve come across someone with the foul disease again.]

The area around the cathedral isn’t desolate, there are many small shops, after walking a while, she found a tall hotel where she is able to keep an eye on the cathedral from a distance, sitting by the window watching that spot.

Once the woman comes out, she’ll go down.

At that moment, Landon Ford called to ask for details.

"I don’t know yet, observing. She’s a middle-aged lady, around forty or fifty, looks haggard, dressed plainly, judging by her appearance, life unstable, injuries on her brow, has a son, likely suffers domestic abuse, three years, her life line breaks, but in the next two years there’s a prison sentence looking,"

Indicating she’ll be jailed a year later.

"In that cathedral?"

When Landon saw the photo, he seemed thoughtful, recalling his earlier research, Fenmore had already been identified as their sole common factor, now Landon realized this commonality might truly be present in Fenmore.

But with time being extensive, the records to check might be extremely complex.