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Chapter 679 Maeve Changed Her Tune
"But she's the mastermind behind my abduction! She's a murderer and a criminal suspect! Why did you people let
her go!?”
Deirdre clenched her fists tightly and felt a dizzy spell overcoming her. She had hoped that everything was finally
coming to an end!
The police officers exchanged glances. "We've found no evidence of a crime after investigating Charli McKinsey."
"No, that’s impossible!” Deirdre shouted hotly. "I heard her voice! She was talking to me! We talked! She abducted
me!”
"Miss McKinnon, your sight is compromised. We can't just say who did it based on what you, and you alone, heard."
"But Maeve O'Keefe was a witness too! She can corroborate with my testimony and prove that Charli is not
innocent!"
"And this is what we're here to inform you, Miss McKinnon. Maeve O'Keefe came to the police yesterday and
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtadmitted to fabricating her account. She had admitted to harboring some hatred toward Charli McKinsey and so
created wrongful accusations against the latter. She was duly punished for her misdemeanor and was only released
this morning."
Deirdre felt a deafening buzz in her brain. It knocked her off her feet, and she fell on her back. How did this
happen? How could Maeve change her tune just like that?
Why!?
Glenna, who had accompanied her, was frowning in sheer concern. "Dee, hey! Are you okay?"
Deirdre tried her best to maintain composure and shook her head. Shock and rage animated her shout, "I must see
her! I need to talk to Maeve now!
Where does she live!?”
"Our apologies, Miss McKinnon, but since Mrs. O'Keefe's charged with slander, and you're the one who will benefit
the most from her fabrication, we need to practice caution and isolate the two of you. We can't give you her
address."
Deirdre clambered out of the police station, her mind as staggered as her footsteps. She breathed as hard as she
could but found the air so frigid and hostile that it stung her lungs and bones.
Things had changed beyond recognition-and over such a drastic, unnatural length of time! It was as if someone was
behind it, and if there was something she had to know, it was the truth!
"Glenna!"
Tm here!" the young woman answered immediately as she studied Deirdre with frantic concern.
"Lend me your phone for a call, please?"
Maeve must have blacklisted her number by this point, right? Besides, even if she did not, Deirdre doubted the
older woman would answer her number.
"Right! H-Here you go!" Glenna handed her phone over to Deirdre before a thought hit her. "Ah, damn! My brain's
all fried... Mine is a touchscreen smartphone, so you can’t type the number yourself! Let me do it for you."
Deirdre recited the number from memory, and Glenna called it. A few moments later, the call connected.
Maeve’s voice was fraught with weariness. "Hello. Who's this?"
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmDeirdre took a deep breath. "It’s me, Mrs. O'Keefe."
A telling silence weighed on her from the other end.
"I know you'd rather not hear my voice now, but don't hang up just yet. I promise I'm not trying to force you into
doing anything." Deirdre continued.
"I just want to know why. Why would you rather be accused of slander instead of just... telling the truth?"
The silence persisted for some time before Maeve exhaled a breath. "God, Miss McKinnon... I'm not in a position to
tell you anything you'd like to hear. The only thing I can tell you is this. I have had very little choice in this. So,
please, don’t call me again. Move on."
She did not wait for Deirdre before hanging up the call. Then, when Glenna tried to call her again, she found her
number blacklisted as well. Irritated, the young woman snarled, "What the h*ll!!? Can’t she at least put in some
actual explanation before ghosting us like that!? Urgh! Talk about weaponizing the blacklist function!”
Deirdre thinned her lips as she mulled over Maeve's answer. The latter claimed she had little choice, did she not?
But why? Who forced her hand? Charlene had lost the support of her backer, right?
While Glenna was still ranting, Deirdre calmly cut her short. "Glenna? I need your help."
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