Chapter 259

"Do you have a solution?" Vincent Macmillan asked with a furrowed brow.

Evelyn Langley's gaze remained fixed on the computer screen. "We can directly recover the deleted experimental data, check the operation logs, pinpoint the deletion time, and then cross-reference the lab personnel list from that period."

Vincent sighed. "That's the theory, but the recycle bin's been emptied. Can the data still be recovered?"

"I can try," Evelyn said calmly.

She hadn't intended to intervene initially—data recovery would take time, while checking surveillance footage would've been the quickest solution. But under these circumstances, the cameras could no longer provide further clues.

Just as Evelyn prepared to operate the computer, Adrian Klein suddenly pressed down on her wrist.

Everyone froze.

"First," Adrian's voice was steady, "there's currently no direct evidence implicating Evelyn. All suspicions are based solely on Camille Valrose's claims."

He scanned the room. "It's like losing your wallet on the street and randomly accusing a passerby, demanding they prove they're not the thief. Does that sound reasonable?"

"Evelyn," he met her eyes directly, "you have the ability to uncover the truth, but never fall into the trap of self-justification."

Evelyn's heart jolted. The man's calm, razor-sharp logic snapped her back to clarity.

Natalie Blanchet suddenly understood. "He's right! The burden of proof lies with the accuser. Why should Evelyn have to prove her innocence?"

All eyes turned to Camille Valrose.

Her smile stiffened, fingers twisting together unconsciously.

"I... I was just raising suspicions," her voice trembled, "I never said Evelyn did it."

Adrian pulled out his phone. "Then let's handle this through the police."

"Agreed," Natalie responded immediately.

Vincent raised his hand. "I'm in favor too."

Camille's face turned ashen, beads of sweat forming at her temples. Just as Adrian was about to dial, Oliver Lancelot suddenly stepped forward.

"Wait!" He waved his hands frantically. "I used Camille's computer yesterday—I might've accidentally deleted her folder and emptied the recycle bin..."

He bowed repeatedly. "This is all my fault, causing this misunderstanding. I'm so sorry..."

Camille nodded stiffly. "It's... it's fine."

Natalie eyed them skeptically. "Be more careful next time."

Evelyn turned and left without another glance. As for helping Camille recover her data? She owed her no such obligation.