Chapter 415

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Upon hearing this, the assistant swiftly intervened. “Mrs. Riley, I’d advise against going. Mr. Riley can manage this situation; there’s no need for concern on your part.”
Despite his words, a wave of helplessness washed over him.
Initially, he hadn’t intended to conceal anything from her, but the issue had escalated when Collin sustained serious injuries.
He knew this would shatter Linsey.
Moreover, her distress would only add to Collin’s worries.
As the assistant continued to obstruct her path, Linsey’s expression turned stern. “What’s the reason for this? As Collin’s wife, I can’t just stand by idly if he’s in trouble.”
The assistant faltered, his demeanor filled with conflict.
Linsey’s gaze sharpened, her intuition kicking in. She asked further, “You’re doing this because Collin instructed you, right? What’s he hiding? Did he end up fighting with Gorman? Is Collin injured?”
As Linsey spoke, a sharp pang clutched at her heart. She seized the assistant by his collar, her voice firm. “He’s injured, isn’t he? I need to see him, now.”
Worried that he might still obey Collin’s directive and deny her request, Linsey paused briefly before gesturing toward the wall. “Pay attention. If you don’t help me see him, I’ll bash my head against that wall. Think about it—how will Collin react if I’m injured?”
Linsey issued the ultimatum with cold precision.
The assistant was rendered speechless by her intensity.
Considering Linsey had only recently left the hospital, a return visit could provoke Collin into further rash actions.
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Should the situation escalate, it could lead to catastrophic results. With no viable alternatives, the assistant conceded and escorted her to the police station.
At the same time, the atmosphere at the station was fraught with tension.
“Officers, Gorman must be arrested!” Fernanda was frantic, showing her hands. “They’re completely mangled, due to Gorman! He’s dangerous. You have to detain him before he targets me again.”
Before any of the officers could react, Gorman scoffed, his laughter tinged with scorn. “Fernanda, I suggest you choose your next words wisely. My attorney will arrive shortly. Continue making unfounded claims, and I’ll have no choice but to sue for defamation.”
Fernanda gaped at Gorman, utterly dumbfounded by the sheer audacity of his words. It was as if shame simply didn’t exist in his world.
Just as Gorman finished speaking, a figure stepped into the room.
“Mr. Green,” the newcomer greeted with practiced ease.
It was Frederic Blake, a lawyer whose reputation in Grester was second to none.
Fernanda’s heart sank.
This man was a legal powerhouse. Against him, her chances of winning were next to none.
At that moment, Fernanda grasped the full reality—Gorman wasn’t just well-connected.
He was ruthless, and he always made sure he had the upper hand. She couldn’t bring Gorman down—it had likely doomed her to a lifetime of his relentless torment. Peace would never be hers again.
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