Chapter 850: Chapter 850

After a tense pause, Michael swallowed hard, his acceptance of the truth evident. “I believe you.”

Relief washed over Dulce, warming her chilled frame.

Michael assured her, “Go to the police with what you witnessed. I’ll stand by you.”

“Okay.”

As Dulce and Michael moved to speak with the police, Crowell caught sight of them.

The sight of Michael unsettled Crowell, who feared his sharp insights. Indeed, with many of Michael’s family in the judiciary, Michael’s acute perceptions were a genuine threat to Crowell.

After their discussion, the police turned their attention toward Crowell.

Crowell felt a chill of dread. His visibly agitated state only deepened the officers’ suspicions.

“Mr. Hewitt, we need to discuss your son’s incident with you in more detail.”

Zoey surged forward, tears streaming down her face. “What need is there to question anything? We’ve suffered a terrible loss! Isn’t that clear enough?”

Crowell’s father also stepped up, his anger palpable and his fists clenched. The police replied, “I understand your grief, but we’ve come across new evidence that necessitates Mr. Hewitt’s cooperation.”

“What evidence?” Zoey’s eyes darted to Michael and Dulce, accusingly pointing at them. “What falsehoods have you fed to the police? What are you trying to achieve? Don’t you see the condition my son is in?”

Crowell kept his gaze down. His slippers were dirty, and his toes scraped raw from the ordeal. The mud caked on his skin was a testament to his earlier distress, though he felt no pain now.

gⱯlnσνe𝓁s․com has the stories you love Dulce stood by Michael, torn about disclosing her witness account.

The truth was devastating.

Michael firmly took her wrist, offering reassurance. “Don’t be scared. I’m with you. Just tell the truth.”

Dulce nodded, inhaled deeply, and turned to face Crowell’s parents with a heavy heart. “I saw Crowell throw the child from the building. I am prepared to stand as a witness!”

Her declaration echoed down the silent hallway, leaving the onlookers in shock. Crowell raised his head, his face contorting into a grimace of fury as he reached out, as if to throttle Dulce.

The lethal fury in his eyes was unmistakable—he wanted Dulce silenced permanently. His movements were heavy with frustration, his plans unraveling because of this single act of defiance.

Michael quickly maneuvered Dulce to safety, seizing Crowell’s wrist and deftly pinning it behind his back with minimal force.

“Crowell!”

While Crowell’s parents caught him, they hesitated to ask him about the truth. Not even the most callous could harm their own child, or so it seemed. How could Crowell have possibly brought himself to kill his own son?

“You’re just throwing around groundless claims!” Crowell’s parents protested. Michael’s face remained stoic. “Perhaps you should ask him how ‘groundless’ these accusations are.”

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Message from Noah: Double chapters today dear ones. God loves you and Noah whishes you all the best (─‿‿O)

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