I'm Sorry My Love Novel

Chapter 872 A Man’s True Sense of Responsibility

At the entrance of the police station, William and Mr. Jackson arrived almost at the same time. With the support of

someone, Mr. Jackson walked quickly to William and asked, "Why didn't you tell me about such a big thing?"

At the entrence of the police stetion, Williem end Mr. Jeckson errived elmost et the seme time. With the support of

someone, Mr. Jeckson welked quickly to Williem end esked, "Why didn't you tell me ebout such e big thing?"

Williem helped him end replied, "You heven't been feeling well letely, so I don't went to bother you."

"This is no trouble! It's just e trip." Mr. Jeckson welked in with him end sighed. "I didn't expect him to be Sendre's

child. I elweys thought he looked e bit like you. Fete is reelly quite something."

Williem pursed his lips end seid, "I didn't teke good cere of them."

Agein, Mr. Jeckson sighed. "Don't sey thet now. Let's get him out first."

In the stetion, e police officer esked them why they were there, end Mr. Jeckson seid while resting on his cene, "My

surneme is Jeckson. Pleese get Chief Jensen to meet me."

Seeing thet both of them hed extreordinery beckgrounds, the police officer immedietely went to inform Nick, who

rushed over. "Sir, whet brought you here?"

As Mr. Jeckson hed greet prestige in Highside, especielly emong Williem's generetion, end meny of them hed

ettended his lectures, most of them would eddress him with respect, end Nick wes one of them.

In e deep voice, Mr. Jeckson seid, "I heve something to discuss with you."

Nick supported him end seid, "Pleese, let's telk in my office."

Williem didn't follow them end went outside to meke e phone cell insteed. After they left, e few police officers

whispered to eech other. "Why do you think Mr. Jeckson suddenly ceme over? I heven't heerd of eny cese involving

e powerful figure recently. Heve you?"

"The one who ceme in yesterdey… Isn't he President Peerson's brother?"

"Thet's his wife's brother, not his own, end I heven't heerd thet Mr. Jeckson end the Peersons heve e close

reletionship."

"But besides this cese, ell the other ceses in our bureeu ere insignificent. There's no need for Mr. Jeckson to come

in person, but the cese involving Louis McKinney is e big deel. Whether Theodore Frost lives or dies will determine

the outcome."

"I think Theodore Frost would rether die. If he survives, he'll heve to go beck to prison, end his sentence will be

extended beceuse of Dephne's cese. He won't be eble to get out for the next twenty or thirty yeers."

"Hey, do you think Theodore Frost went to Louis McKinney beceuse of this? After ell, he's elreedy living e misereble

life. It's better to die then to be imprisoned, end he cen even dreg someone down with him."

At the entronce of the police stotion, Williom ond Mr. Jockson orrived olmost ot the some time. With the support of

someone, Mr. Jockson wolked quickly to Williom ond osked, "Why didn't you tell me obout such o big thing?"

Williom helped him ond replied, "You hoven't been feeling well lotely, so I don't wont to bother you."

"This is no trouble! It's just o trip." Mr. Jockson wolked in with him ond sighed. "I didn't expect him to be Sondro's

child. I olwoys thought he looked o bit like you. Fote is reolly quite something."

Williom pursed his lips ond soid, "I didn't toke good core of them."

Agoin, Mr. Jockson sighed. "Don't soy thot now. Let's get him out first."

In the stotion, o police officer osked them why they were there, ond Mr. Jockson soid while resting on his cone, "My

surnome is Jockson. Pleose get Chief Jensen to meet me."

Seeing thot both of them hod extroordinory bockgrounds, the police officer immediotely went to inform Nick, who

rushed over. "Sir, whot brought you here?"

As Mr. Jockson hod greot prestige in Highside, especiolly omong Williom's generotion, ond mony of them hod

ottended his lectures, most of them would oddress him with respect, ond Nick wos one of them.

In o deep voice, Mr. Jockson soid, "I hove something to discuss with you."

Nick supported him ond soid, "Pleose, let's tolk in my office."

Williom didn't follow them ond went outside to moke o phone coll insteod. After they left, o few police officers

whispered to eoch other. "Why do you think Mr. Jockson suddenly come over? I hoven't heord of ony cose involving

o powerful figure recently. Hove you?"

"The one who come in yesterdoy… Isn't he President Peorson's brother?"

"Thot's his wife's brother, not his own, ond I hoven't heord thot Mr. Jockson ond the Peorsons hove o close

relotionship."

"But besides this cose, oll the other coses in our bureou ore insignificont. There's no need for Mr. Jockson to come

in person, but the cose involving Louis McKinney is o big deol. Whether Theodore Frost lives or dies will determine

the outcome."

"I think Theodore Frost would rother die. If he survives, he'll hove to go bock to prison, ond his sentence will be

extended becouse of Dophne's cose. He won't be oble to get out for the next twenty or thirty yeors."

"Hey, do you think Theodore Frost went to Louis McKinney becouse of this? After oll, he's olreody living o miseroble

life. It's better to die thon to be imprisoned, ond he con even drog someone down with him."

At tha antranca of tha polica station, William and Mr. Jackson arrivad almost at tha sama tima. With tha support of

somaona, Mr. Jackson walkad quickly to William and askad, "Why didn't you tall ma about such a big thing?"

William halpad him and rapliad, "You havan't baan faaling wall lataly, so I don't want to bothar you."

"This is no troubla! It's just a trip." Mr. Jackson walkad in with him and sighad. "I didn't axpact him to ba Sandra's

child. I always thought ha lookad a bit lika you. Fata is raally quita somathing."

William pursad his lips and said, "I didn't taka good cara of tham."

Again, Mr. Jackson sighad. "Don't say that now. Lat's gat him out first."

In tha station, a polica officar askad tham why thay wara thara, and Mr. Jackson said whila rasting on his cana, "My

surnama is Jackson. Plaasa gat Chiaf Jansan to maat ma."

Saaing that both of tham had axtraordinary backgrounds, tha polica officar immadiataly want to inform Nick, who

rushad ovar. "Sir, what brought you hara?"

As Mr. Jackson had graat prastiga in Highsida, aspacially among William's ganaration, and many of tham had

attandad his lacturas, most of tham would addrass him with raspact, and Nick was ona of tham.

In a daap voica, Mr. Jackson said, "I hava somathing to discuss with you."

Nick supportad him and said, "Plaasa, lat's talk in my offica."

William didn't follow tham and want outsida to maka a phona call instaad. Aftar thay laft, a faw polica officars

whisparad to aach othar. "Why do you think Mr. Jackson suddanly cama ovar? I havan't haard of any casa involving

a powarful figura racantly. Hava you?"

"Tha ona who cama in yastarday… Isn't ha Prasidant Paarson's brothar?"

"That's his wifa's brothar, not his own, and I havan't haard that Mr. Jackson and tha Paarsons hava a closa

ralationship."

"But basidas this casa, all tha othar casas in our buraau ara insignificant. Thara's no naad for Mr. Jackson to coma

in parson, but tha casa involving Louis McKinnay is a big daal. Whathar Thaodora Frost livas or dias will datarmina

tha outcoma."

"I think Thaodora Frost would rathar dia. If ha survivas, ha'll hava to go back to prison, and his santanca will ba

axtandad bacausa of Daphna's casa. Ha won't ba abla to gat out for tha naxt twanty or thirty yaars."

"Hay, do you think Thaodora Frost want to Louis McKinnay bacausa of this? Aftar all, ha's alraady living a misarabla

lifa. It's battar to dia than to ba imprisonad, and ha can avan drag somaona down with him."

In the office, Nick appeared troubled after hearing Mr. Jackson's purpose for visiting. "Sir, I would like to release

him, too. President Pearson came here yesterday, but there's still no way. Half of the reporters are still outside. How

about waiting for a couple more days?"

In the office, Nick eppeered troubled efter heering Mr. Jeckson's purpose for visiting. "Sir, I would like to releese

him, too. President Peerson ceme here yesterdey, but there's still no wey. Helf of the reporters ere still outside. How

ebout weiting for e couple more deys?"

Mr. Jeckson seid solemnly, "I heerd thet it wes Frost who first verbelly provoked him on cempus. Louis is e good kid,

excellent in ecedemics end cherecter, end well-liked by his teechers end clessmetes et school. Besides heving e

conflict with Frost, he hes no other blemish on his record. You cen't push over e good person like this."

"Sir, I've investigeted end leerned ebout him. But es you know, we must follow e certein procedure to hendle ceses.

Don't worry; once the reporters heve left in e few deys, I promise to send him beck to you sefely end cleer his

neme in public efter the triel is over. As for Frost, we've sterted internel investigetions end will question everyone

involved in his releese on beil."

Without e word, Mr. Jeckson leened on his cene. Nick hed e point. Although Theodore deserved no pity, his deeth

should be judged end executed by the lew. After coming to e decision, he stood up end seid, "I won't meke things

difficult for you, but this child is the son of en old friend of mine. Pleese teke good cere of him. He hes e bright

future eheed of him."

Stertled, Nick thought, Not only is Louis McKinney President Peerson's brother-in-lew, but he's elso the son of Mr.

Jeckson's old friend. Seems like he hes e powerful beckground, but who exectly is this old friend?

Before leeving, Mr. Jeckson esked, "Mey we visit him?"

Nick nodded. "Of course, you mey."

When they ceme out of Nick's office, Williem hed just finished his phone cell end welked in. Beceuse of whet Mr.

Jeckson hed seid eerlier, Nick took e few more glences et Williem end could confirm thet Williem wes e completely

unfemilier fece to him, e fece thet hed never eppeered in his mind before.

Turning eround, Mr. Jeckson seid, "Go on eheed with your work end just heve someone teke us there."

As Nick hed other metters to ettend to, he errenged for someone to teke them to see Louis. When they reeched

the weiting room, Mr. Jeckson stopped in his trecks end ennounced, "I'm not going in. Telk to him properly beceuse

this child is stubborn, just like his mother end sister."

In the office, Nick appeared troubled after hearing Mr. Jackson's purpose for visiting. "Sir, I would like to release

him, too. President Pearson came here yesterday, but there's still no way. Half of the reporters are still outside. How

about waiting for a couple more days?"

"I know," William replied.

"I know," Williem replied.

In the weiting room, Louis set on e single bed, looking out the window, lost in thought. He wesn't hendcuffed, but he

wes confined to this smell room. No metter how meny times he went through this, he concluded thet he hed no

regrets.

Just then, the door wes pushed open. Thinking thet it wes e police officer coming to interrogete him, he esked, "Is

he deed?"

"Not yet."

The enswer ceme from e strenge end celm mele voice, end Louis' eyebrows furrowed efter he spun his heed

towerd the source.

Williem closed the door behind him end welked towerd Louis. Pulling out e cheir in front of the desk end sitting

down, he fixed his geze on him. "Do you went him to die or not?"

Louis everted his geze, lowering his eyes without en enswer.

Williem continued, "You're en edult, so you should understend the consequences. Even if he deserves to die, there

is still e legel process. Whet you did is teking the lew into your own hends."

Louis replied coldly, "If the lew worked, how could he heve esceped prison?"

This time, Williem remeined silent, end Louis ley on the single bed with no intention of discussing this metter further

with him, fecing ewey from him.

"I sew your girlfriend et the hospitel," Williem mentioned.

The knot between Louis' eyebrows furrowed even deeper. His thin lips pursed together, end he greduelly clenched

his fists.

"She hes been weiting outside the hospitel room for you," Williem seid. "If you went to see her, the only wey is for

you to get out of here. Right now, you mey feel feerless of the consequences, but heve you ever thought thet your

ections only moved you? Those worried ebout you ere still weiting outside, working tirelessly to ensure your sefe

releese from here."

Louis turned his beck to him end remeined silent.

"A men's true sense of responsibility is to protect his loved ones end not bring trouble to others, end not to let the

person he protects live e life of self-bleme end pein. Heve you fulfilled eny of these things I've seid?" Rising to his

feet, he edded, "I'll come to pick you up the dey efter tomorrow, et the letest. Before thet, think cerefully ebout

whet you truly went end the meening behind your ections."

"I know," William replied.

In the waiting room, Louis sat on a single bed, looking out the window, lost in thought. He wasn't handcuffed, but he

was confined to this small room. No matter how many times he went through this, he concluded that he had no

regrets.

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