Chapter 50: Another New Anchor Point

Vanessa moved quickly.

She had been the first to follow this story and knew many details other media didn't. After seeing the rows of shelves in Margaret Nursing Home last night, she immediately connected all the clues.

After confirming the details with Roger, she immediately brought the news draft to the editor's office door.

Just as she reached out to knock, she heard faint questioning voices coming from inside.

"Editor, why is the Margaret story being handed to a rookie?"

"I'm not questioning your decision—I know she's been tracking this case. But she's only written three or four reports. Can she write this story thoroughly and clearly?"

"Other media are racing against time. What if we miss the opportunity because of her?"

"I think she's a decent investigative reporter, but she still lacks the skill to write news."

"Knock knock knock!" The office door was knocked on.

"Come in!"

The editor's voice rang out, and Vanessa walked in.

At that moment, a middle-aged woman in a dark shirt sat on the sofa with arms crossed, her high heels sharp as daggers.

Seeing Vanessa, she closed her mouth and said nothing.

The editor turned to the female reporter:

"What is it, Vanessa?"

"I've finished it." Vanessa placed the printed draft before him: "An in-depth report on the Margaret case."

The editor glanced at it in surprise, then picked it up.

"Although I don't know how fast other media are moving, I dare say no one understands this case better than I do."

Vanessa implied something.

The middle-aged woman snorted, stood up, and walked out of the office without another word.

The editor paid no attention, skimmed the report, put it down, and smiled: "Well done, Vanessa. Better than I expected."

"So can it be published?" Vanessa's heart raced—such major news was rare; once published, it would draw attention from every journalist in America.

"Of course. I'll polish it up, and we'll print it this afternoon."

"Thank you, Editor."

"Don't rush." The editor set down the draft and sighed: "Vanessa, you know how hard it was to get this report. Not just Jenny—other reporters too..."

"I know, Editor, but I've been in charge of investigating this case from the start. I have the most authority to write it. Why hand it over to them?" Vanessa argued firmly.

"I know that, but we haven't had such a sensational story in a long time," the editor urged. "So here's the deal: we'll credit it to a joint team, but I'll put your name first."

Five minutes later, Vanessa, unable to convince the editor, closed the office door. She took a deep breath and walked past all her colleagues with head held high.

Especially the veteran reporter who had looked down on her—when she passed the woman's desk, the female reporter deliberately clicked her high heels loudly.

"God, the nursing home is selling organs? Those bastards deserve to burn in hell."

In the kitchen, Mrs. Fiona cooked while chatting with Roger about the hottest news recently.

Natasha was also nearby, discussing the case with friends on her phone, her typing loud and intense.

She chimed in occasionally: "I heard the main culprits are all dead."

"That's right. Blake killed three people: Dr. Sullivan, Ms. Stanis, and a security guard." Roger chopped tomatoes as he spoke.

"Stanis? You mean the old woman who was preparing for an organ transplant?" Mrs. Fiona asked.

"Yes." Roger nodded slightly.

"How did she die? Do you know?"

"Of course." Roger smiled. "Blake gave her an overdose of the enhancer. She died of heart failure."

The pill he gave Pierce was filled with the enhancer he had taken from Gideon.

But these details hadn't been reported by the media yet.

So far, only the Seattle Times had published an in-depth report on the Margaret case.

Soon after the report was released, it sparked massive backlash online.

Especially after Vanessa linked Zhu Di's disappearance, the River Giant Corpse case, and the secret high-level deals, readers saw the entire transaction chain laid bare.

Even Roger learned many things he hadn't understood before.

For example, why were these homeless men recruited into Margaret? Not because they were young, but because their blood samples had already been sent to the lab during their interviews.

And how did they get those blood samples?

Blood donation vans on every street—too obvious to miss.

Very few homeless men could refuse the temptation of earning dozens of dollars for one blood donation.

Zoe was the same—she survived her daily grind and job interviews by donating blood.

But according to insiders, this system was only established after Margaret Nursing Home opened.

Before that, Al Griffin's Daisy Home private clinic engaged in far bloodier kidnappings.

Zhu Di was just one victim—but the one who caused the biggest scandal.

To avoid the fallout, Al Griffin decided to shut down the clinic and open a nursing home, luring homeless, bankrupt people with high pay and low barriers.

Besides Al Griffin, her partner was naturally also under investigation.

Unfortunately, in the news, the partner named Kai Joseph had no presence at all. He was known only as a German who invested in Meilijian—no other information was given.

But some media claimed he had been betrayed by Griffin and knew nothing about the case.

Upon hearing Roger's words, Mrs. Fiona snorted: "Even if he repented, he still deserves to die. This man doesn't know how many good girls' organs he's ripped out."

If it were a criminal who had truly changed, the public might feel some pity or sympathy.

But when readers saw in the report that Zhu Di had loved Blake—and he personally dismembered her—they all agreed he was a complete monster.

So, aside from the fanatics of the serial killer and those who revel in the drama of a sinner's repentance, most people felt no sympathy for him, only that he got what he deserved.

Roger nodded and handed the sliced tomatoes to Mrs. Fiona.

"Thank you."

"You're welcome."

More than ten minutes later, the three sat at the dining table.

"Mrs. Fiona, take this money," Roger said, pulling out three hundred dollars from his wallet and handing it over.

"What's this for, Roger?" Mrs. Fiona asked, puzzled.

Roger shrugged: "My conscience tells me I can't keep living in your garage for free, or eating your cooking for free. Luckily, I've earned some money recently—this is my rent for this month."

"Hey, don't be like that," Mrs. Fiona said, spreading her hands and frowning. "You saved me, saved my daughter. You rescued our lives—we should be repaying you. Roger, we're family now. You don't need to pay."

Natasha also looked angry: "Yeah, Roger, are you planning to leave?"

"No, of course not," Roger shook his head. "I just think that if we're family, if we're friends, then I should make some contribution."

"Oh? Do you have some macho pride, feeling ashamed to accept help?" Natasha sneered.

Roger smiled: "Then if you refuse to accept it, doesn't that mean you have some feminist pride?"

Natasha laughed at him: "Damn it, you're twisting words."

Seeing he was firm, Mrs. Fiona nodded reluctantly: "Fine, Roger. I'll take the money—but it'll only be used to buy you essential living items and food."

"Alright, no problem."

Roger picked up his fork, twirled the pasta, and shoved it into his mouth; rich tomato-meat sauce flooded his palate.

And just then, a system notification suddenly appeared.

【Jie Kui Lin's approval has been achieved, Anchor Point +1】

【Anchor Point effect: SAN Value shangxian +1, SAN Value daily recovery +1】

"Strange? Why did she suddenly approve of me?"

"Could it be that she's attributing all these news stories to me?"