Chapter 344

Chapter 344:
A barrage of questions came from the police.
They wanted to know his whereabouts on the night in question.
He replied that he had spent the evening at the Watson Group offices.
They pressed further, asking who was with him.
He answered, “Vivian.”
Precise times, specific locations, and a host of other details filled the officers’ notepads.
Every question put to him received a direct response.
Yet, beneath the surface, Brandon’s thoughts spun around one thing—Millie really had been in an accident that night.
A police officer broke the silence. “We’re aware that you and your wife have recently filed for divorce…”
Such circumstances provided a potential motive for arranging harm.
“We plan to pick up the divorce decree tomorrow,” Brandon said.
A silent understanding passed between the officers; they nodded after a quick exchange of glances.
In truth, weeks of investigation had lessened their suspicions of Brandon considerably.
Their attention now shifted in a different direction.
Still, Lynda asked further, “Why didn’t you respond when your wife called repeatedly that day?”
Words failed him. Brandon stammered, unable to explain.
Back then, he’d seen Millie’s name flash on his screen and, expecting another argument, ended the call.
Her persistence brought a second ring, which he muted, choosing to ignore. Follow current novᴇls on ~net
The officers looked at each other once more, clearly urging Brandon to explain himself.
Endless questions came his way, each one more pointed than the last, covering every possible detail.
Meanwhile, confusion and regret tangled in Brandon’s mind.
“We noticed someone named Macauley Valdez was once employed at your company. He was dismissed recently. Could you tell us why?” the officer asked.
“Does this relate to the case?” Brandon replied.
“We’re required to question anyone who might be connected.”
Brandon’s gaze grew distant as his mind spun. “He abused his power and embezzled company funds,” he said flatly.
Even after leaving the interrogation room, Brandon felt as though he was trapped in a dream. He leaned against the hallway wall, surrounded by the low murmur of the police station at night, but the only thing echoing in his mind was the officer’s question: “Why didn’t you respond when your wife called repeatedly that day?” He looked up at the white ceiling, his chest tightening with a pain that felt almost physical.
“Mr. Watson, are you alright?” Eugene rushed over, a lawyer trailing behind him. The lawyer immediately went to speak with the officers.
Brandon just shook his head in silence.
Nearby, Alexia and Giffard sat together, quietly talking.
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