Off to Hokkaido

I analyzed my father's words over and over again, and there was a small part of me that understood why he was afraid to tell me the truth. Certainly, the rest of me was still furious that he kept it a secret. Was there still a chance that my father was a killer? Yes. But even if he had done it, it wouldn't have been his conscious choice. And there was the most logical argument... He couldn't have planned it and executed this assassination overnight.

“My father is innocent,” I murmured before placing my head on the pillow. “Someone else must have done it.” It seemed like the only rational explanation. “Someone wanted to frame my father for it…” The real question was: who?

My entire team decided to “lay low” for a few days before our departure for Hokkaido. Unsurprisingly, they all decided that my apartment would be a perfect hideout. Luckily, they behaved… mostly, and they didn't break anything.

We left only to arrange our new laboratory, and Sakura and I went a few times to the clinic