Chapter 1167: "No," Eileen interjected firmly. "I'm going. You stay here." Bryan hesitated, taking in her disheveled appearance. Before he could protest, Eileen fixed him with a steely gaze. "Don't try to stop me, or we'll have problems," she stated, her tone brooking no argument.
He replied, "I'm not trying to stop you. I just want you to change your clothes before going to the police station. You should wear more; the weather is cold." Eileen's face softened.
The cold corridor outside the resuscitation room had left her chilled to the bone, her thin clothing offering little warmth. She was also wearing slippers, which made her unable to drive a car.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇt"I'll borrow your clothes," Eileen said, already moving to take Bryan's clothes. "I have spare shoes in the car. If anything changes with Gabriela, callimmediately." As she donned Bryan's clothes, Eileen continued, “I'm better equipped to handle Amoura. You manage things afterward." Bryan found himself half-naked. He looked at Eileen, who looked strange in his clothes.
He knew Eileen was right—a face-to-face confrontation with Amoura was the better choice. His strengths lay in handling the aftermath.
Fifteen minutes later, Eileen strode into the brightly lit police station.
Despite the late hour, the room buzzed with activity.
She stood alone, facing Angel and her parents, surrounded by many watchful officers.
New content live at gvlGiven Eileen's prominent status and the involvement of the influential Deleon family, the police treated the situation with utmost seriousness. They knew this case required delicate handling, so many officers were present to deal with the situation.
"You just confessed to putting the powder in Miss Dawson's milk bottle, right?" A relatively gentle policewoman was confirming the details.
Yet, Angel rolled her eyes and looked away. "I won't repeat myself." "She has already admitted she touched the milk bottle and sipped from it because she was curious about the taste. As for the powder, it might have fallen in by accident. Why do you have to keep asking her questions?" Angel's mother, Presley Deleon, spoke up.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmShe had been raised overseas and carried an air of arrogance from marrying the first son of the Deleon family, often looking down on others.
Noticing that Eileen was dressed in casual hclothes and silently waiting for the outcome, Presley felt her confidence grow.
"Even if she did have a role in this, she's just a child. What do you want from her? You can't imprison her, can you? Presley's demeanor only served to anger the police officers.
"Mrs. Deleon, we ask that you cooperate with our investigation. If your daughter is involved, as her guardian, you will be held responsible," the policewoman stated. m
Presley seemed to grasp the situation and responded, "I understand. So you want us to cover the medicabexpenses? Fine, I can handle that. If you think that's not sufficient, I'm willing to offer more compensation. Just tellhow much money you want." The police officers all turned to look at Eileen.