Chapter 1095
This Time, I Will Get My Divorce, Mr
Chapter 1095 Please Let Me Off
She had no idea why this criminal was coming at her. Maybe he was caught after he broke the law and felt unjustified, so he wanted to take it out on society and harm others as a form of catharsis?
After all, there were countless people like this. Sometimes, she would read news on the Internet where she saw innocent victims and felt so sorry for them.
Now, she had joined the club as one of the innocent victims, but fortunately, it was the police station here, and she had Freddie by his side. Or else, she would probably be in danger already.
On the other side, the plump middle-aged man to whom Freddie pointed the baton didnât dare to take another step forward as his expression changed completely. Instead, he hurriedly came to a stop and raised his cuffed hands in the air to surrender.
It didnât occur to him that he would be threatened with a weapon when he just wanted to plead for mercy. What bad timing!
The police officers quickly caught the fat man from behind, and one of them kicked him in the back of his knee.
Caught off guard, he fell to his knees with a loud thud, and the officers pinned him to the ground, pressing his face against the floor and holding him firmly as though they were afraid that he would escape as he did earlier.
âStay still and donât move!â the officers on top of him warned fiercely.
The man couldnât help the bitter smile on his face as he thought, Move? Can I even move when Iâm in this state?
Opposite him, Freddie relaxed and kept his baton away when he saw that the officers had apprehended the criminal. Finally, he turned to the two officers and reprimanded stoically, âWhat were you two doing earlier? Canât you even hold one person?â
The officers hung their heads and didnât answer, knowing they were in the wrong. What could they possibly say? It was their responsibility if a person slipped away while they were holding him.
âThis time, Iâll just give you a warning as punishment. If something like this happens again, donât blame me for transferring you to the traffic department!â Freddie chided, pointing a finger at them.
The officers repeatedly nodded, indicating they wouldnât make this mistake again. This wasnât a perfunctory reply but a sincere one.
As policemen, it was a slap in their faces and a humiliation that a criminal was able to escape from their hands. At the end of the day, they would be a laughingstock if they couldnât even hold a criminal down.
In order to clean up their act, they would be more alert and wouldnât make the same mistake the second time.
âYou better not. Keep this in mind.â Then, after he scolded them with a grim expression, he spun around and relaxed his expression as he observed Sonia, asking in concern, âAre you alright, Miss Reed?â
âIâm fine.â She released her clasped hands that were held nervously against her chest as she smiled and shook her head. âLuckily, you pulled me aside in time and avoided a tragedy from happening, Officer Chase. Thank you so much for earlier.â
âYouâre welcome, Miss Reed. This is the police station, so we must protect you when our criminal almost injures an innocent person. Even if itâs not the police station, as public officials, we have to protect the public anywhere we are,â he said with a salute.
Sonia smiled again and was about to say something when the middle-aged man on the floor suddenly started shouting, âMiss Reed! Please forgive me and ask Mr. Fuller to let me off, Miss Reed! Iâm really sorry!â
Alarmed by those yells, she looked down at the man in surprise. âDo you know me?â She was relatively sure that she had never seen this person before.
The middle-aged man bobbed his head. âYes, Miss Reed. Iâmââ
Before he could finish, something popped up in Freddieâs mind, and he slapped his hands together. Thus, he gestured at the man as he reminded her, âThis person is somehow connected to you, Miss Reed. The police have also heard about the rumors on the Internet today, and this person is the chief editor of Squirrel Media who was sent here by President Fullerâs men.â
Sonia immediately understood who he was as she stared at the middle-aged man on the floor, and her eyes were no longer confused but cold. âSo, youâre Mitch Adams, chief editor of Squirrel Media?â
âYes, yes. Thatâs me.â Mitch nodded in agitation when he saw that Sonia knew of him. âMiss Reed, Iâm begging you. I realized my mistake in the matter this time. So please let me off, and I wonât ever do it again in the future. I can give you anything you want, but I really, really donât want to go to jail,â he said as he started to wriggle again in an attempt to break free once more and run toward Sonia.
Unfortunately, the two police officers were on high alert now and wouldnât allow him the chance to break free from their grasp. So, the moment Mitch struggled, they pressed down hard on him.
The crisp sound of bones cracking echoed, and Mitchâs face wrinkled into a pained look as they pinned him harder onto the ground, and he couldnât help but howl out in pain.
A shocked Sonia inquired, âIs he alright?â
âDonât worry, Miss Reed,â Freddie assured. âOur men know their limits and wonât really break his limbs. At the most, he will just have a dislocated arm.
âI see.â Sonia nodded and didnât ask anymore, but she turned to Mitch and looked at him sternly. âYou want us to let you off, so you donât have to go to jail?â
The moment Mitch heard her, he couldnât be bothered about his arm and raised half of his face with great difficulty, sweating profusely as he nodded. âYes, thatâs right, Miss Reed. But, please, Iâm begging you. I donât want to spend the rest of my life in jail. Iâm almost fifty and have my mother and children to care for. They canât do without me, Miss Reedâ¦â
At the mention of this, he actually started sobbing with snot and tears, looking very pathetic.
Regrettably, Sonia was not the least soft-hearted to see him like this. But, in contrast, she was sick and disgusted as it made her sick to see a grown man crying so pathetically.
She suppressed her urge to throw up, turned her head the other way, and refused to look at Mitch lest she really retched.
âSince you know that youâll be spending the rest of your life in jail, it shows that youâre well aware of the severity of your actions,â she said without a single trace of emotion on her face. âIâm sorry, but Iâm a good citizen who abides by the law. Itâs the simplest of my duties to fight injustice and eliminate evil. Regardless, when it comes to a criminal like you, Iâm already showing mercy by not adding a few more years to your sentence, so how can I possibly forgive you and let you off?â
After she said that, Mitch was dumbfounded, and his cries paused for a few seconds as his body became rigid on the floor.
A good while later, he became agitated again and started begging as he did before. âMiss Reed, I know Iâve done unforgivable things to you, but I have no other choice, too. Someone forced me into it, Miss Reed. For the sake that I did it against my own will, please show some mercy, and I wonât do it again in the future. I promise I wonât!â
âForced?â A sneer tinged the edge of her pink lips. âYou know it very well whether you were forced or it was just greed. Donât forget that weâre now living in a time where the police can thoroughly investigate every transaction. Do you expect anyone to believe you now that youâre telling me that you were forced? Furthermore, are you a person who could be forced so easily? Even if Miss Lore has a slight influence, she was in no position to order you around. After all, sheâs not Toby Fuller, and if youâre not even afraid of the Young Master of the Harper Family, will you be afraid of Miss Lore?â