Chapter 107
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The sound sent a collective shudder down everyone’s spine inside the interrogation room.
All eyes instantly turned towards the entrance, where the chief and a man with a striking presence made their entrance.
Seeing the chief himself showing up was enough to make the two interrogators exchange glances before standing up respectfully, “Chief.”
The chief’s stern gaze swept over them, “Did you bring back the evidence?”
The interrogators were at loss for words. They were still in the middle of questioning, naturally, they had brought the people involved back for inquiry. “No.”
“No? Then what business do you have arresting people on a whim?”
The color drained from the faces of the interrogators, “It’s not like that, chief, it’s just that…” “Just what? Is this how I taught you to handle cases?” the chief let loose a tirade of scolding. Three minutes later.
The chief turned, his demeanor shifting as he respectfully addressed Ronald, “Mr. Quinn.”
Ronald’s icy gaze swept through the room before landing on Stella, who stood up and whispered, “Ronald.”
Ronald scrutinized her, asking, “Did they give you a hard time?”
The recently scolded interrogators now felt the imposing aura emanating from Ronald, their piquing curiosity drove them to peek glances at Ronald.
So this was the brother they had been waiting for? Almost seemed like a king.
Stella replied, “If you hadn’t shown up, they might have started hitting me.”
The chief and the interrogators were rendered speechless, their body frozen.
Then, all eyes turned to Stella, especially the interrogators, “Ms. Quinn, we never intended to hit you.”
“Don’t slander us, okay?” they murmured to themselves.
Stella retorted, “You threw a pen at me.”
Silence.
Well, a pen did fly. Wait, that pen did bounce off Stella.
Oh dear, the situation has spiraled into such a tangled mess that untangling it appears nearly impossible.
The chief, already on edge, saw the interrogators at a loss for words and smacked one of them on the head in frustration.
“I never meant to hit her, I swear.”
Ronald’s gaze remained frosty, “Can we leave now?”
The chief nodded, “Yes, you may.”
An interrogator protested, “But we still have…”
“Shut it!” Ronald declared, “I want the truth about this matter.”
Investigations were inevitable.
The chief assured, “Of course, rest assured, we’ll get to the bottom of this.”
Who exactly was this man? Even the higher-ups had called about him!
Eventually, amid the embarrassed officials, Ronald took Stella and left.
Once in the car, Ronald pulled Stella onto his fap. The sudden motion made Stella cling to Ronald’s neck in shock, “Why are you holding me again?”
Was it really okay for him to always carry her like that?
Ronald’s voice was icy, “You said you were going out to have fun? Is this your idea of fun?”
He wasn’t opposed to having fun, but this kind of fun had landed her in hot water.
Stella responded, “It was an accident.”
She had thought this was just one of Ursula’s dramas, but then Ursula actually ended up in the emergency room, vomiting blood. She might not make it out of the hospital tonight.
Ronald’s grip on her waist tightened unintentionally, “How many ‘accidents’ have there been over the years?” Stella went silent.
Too many to count. Every time Ursula was involved, they would end up dragging her into it without question. Seeing Stella’s silence, Ronald could guess the extent of it, his expression growing colder.
…
Meanwhile, at the hospital.
Ursula was out of danger. She was wheeled into the ward, her face still pale. “Ursula, I’m so sorry. How did I have that wretched daughter?”
The doctor followed in, addressing Cloudia and Jaxon, “Ms. Larkin had her stomach pumped. We’ve tested her blood and found traces of poison, but she’s safe now.
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