Resent, Reject, Regret

Chapter 863

Chapter 863 I Owe Too Much to Her

“Mr. Brighthall! Why are you suddenly showing up at the police station? Could it be that the video clip posted online is true? Did your ex-wife’s cousin really push Charli down the stairs?” “Are you here at the police station to handle this case? What sort of punishment will Deirdre be subjected to?” “Someone posted online claiming that you’re going to protect your exwife’s sister. Is that true? Is your conscience clear to Miss McKinsey, your fiance whom you’re about to marry soon and who loves you so deeply? Or you’re having feelings for Deirdre because she looks similar to your ex- wife?” ‘The murderer must be convicted! Let alone the fact that the victim is the future wife of the Brighthall Group’s owner. Mr. Brighthall, we will be scrutinizing this case as citizens, and we want you to give us a satisfactory reply! Don’t disappoint Miss McKinsey’s love for you! Don’t disappoint our trust in you!”

The crowd was enraged, and they encircled Brendan.

Brendan was capable of using all sorts of ways to deal with these people if they were journalists, yet these people were all passersby.

Brendan could only keep his mouth shut.

“I have no comment. Make way!”

Naturally, those people would never let the opportunity slip. They aimed their cameras at Brendan’s face.

Sam came rushing over, and the police officers from the station came to mediate the situation. Only then did Brendan manage to leave the crowd and get into the car.

Brendan rolled up the car window and pinched his eyebrows, suppressing his anger. Sam’s expression was solemn as well, and he drove the car until they arrived at a deserted place before he stopped the

car.

“Sir, even though we’re already figuring out a way to suppress public opinion online, the online community is still continuing their heated discussion. What should we do now?” “Where’s Declan? Where is he?”

Declan majored in law when he studied abroad. He considered being a lawyer his side occupation, but he was already very accomplished in his law career. He had won countless cases in court, and Brendan could only set his mind at ease if Declan were to handle this case.

Sam said, “Mr. King is still in Eastgene. However, I already called him an hour ago. Mr. King told me that he will come over at night when he is done managing his own affairs.” “Get a copy of the drone video clip and wait for Declan.” ‘Yes, sir.”

Declan got off the plane at 1:00 a.m., already looking tired. After exiting the airport, Brendan was waiting for him in the car. Brendan had smoked quite a lot of cigarettes, and the dark circles under his eyes showed the extent of his concern.

Brendan put out his cigarette and fanned away the cigarette smoke after seeing Declan approaching with his luggage.

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Declan handed his luggage to Sam and said smilingly, “You don’t have to make polite remarks like this to me. I’ll be even more pissed if you don’t tell me about the incident. However, I didn’t manage to find out much about the situation on the flight. What happened?”

They headed to the mansion, and Brendan briefed Declan about the situation along the way.

Declan pondered for a moment and said, “Miss McKinnon is not that kind of impulsive person. She should know very well of the consequence for pushing Miss McKinsey down the stairs in the witness of everyone. Hence, I’m very curious about what happened that made Miss McKinnon lose her senses.” “I’m not too sure about that.” Brendan exhaled slowly. At the thought of the woman’s eyes filled with extreme hatred, his heart wrenched in pain beyond his control. “Deirdre and I didn’t have much of an opportunity to interact since the incident took place. I managed to get to the police station yesterday with great effort, but Deirdre resisted me very much. It was utterly impossible to communicate with her.”

Upon saying that, Brendan said in a self-mocking tone, “I owe too much to her.”

Declan smiled. ‘That’s undisputed…”