Ariel Morris clutched the dical records and test results, walking out of the hospital in a daze.
On the busy road in front of the hospital, cars ca and went, the noise was overwhelming, yet Ariel Morris felt as if she was in a desolate desert, helpless and flustered.
Her body was cold, with a slight tremble, her eyes blank and hollow as she slowly walked along the roadside...
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On the other hand, the police station.
Arlo Seys walked into the police station with a cold and indifferent expression.
The director saw him coming, imdiately stepped forward with a smile, and greeted him respectfully: "Young Master Seys, I’m sorry to disturb your valuable ti, Susan Saxton is causing trouble, the trial is about to start, she is causing a suicide scene, we are really in a difficult and troubleso situation."
Arlo Seys’s expression was indifferent, his tone a bit deep: "Did she say anything?"
The director shook his head: "No, she refused to say anything, only kept asking us to call you, saying she needed to see you."
Arlo Seys responded mildly and instructed the police director: "Bring her to the interrogation room."
"Okay."
The director instructed his subordinates, then personally led Arlo Seys to the interrogation room.
Arlo Seys sat in the interrogation room, an officer quickly brought a cup of tea, Arlo Seys’s face was cold, his eyes faint, his entire being exuded coldness and a sense of distance, the presence of aristocratic dignity made the atmosphere in the police station a bit oppressive.
Soon, Susan Saxton was brought into the interrogation room, handcuffed.
The director said respectfully to Arlo Seys: "Young Master Seys, I’ll leave now."
Arlo Seys nodded slightly, sipping his tea, his casual action perfectly revealing the innate dignity.
Upon seeing Arlo Seys again, Susan Saxton was still captivated by the outstanding man before her, even though he had hard her to this extent, her feelings for him remained irresistible. She had mixed love and hatred for Arlo Seys, but for Ariel Morris, it was sheer hatred!
If she ever had the chance to get out, she would definitely want Ariel Morris dead!
When Susan Saxton thought of Ariel Morris, her eyes glead coldly.
"Arlo Seys." Susan Saxton entered, unable to resist calling out.
Arlo Seys didn’t even glance at Susan Saxton, sipping his tea, his indifference shown with no expression.
Susan Saxton was seated opposite Arlo Seys by the officer, instructed to behave, and then left the interrogation room.
Instantly, only Arlo Seys and Susan Saxton were left in the interrogation room, sitting oppositely across a table, Arlo Seys’s face cold as ice, while Susan Saxton, handcuffed, her hair disheveled, was utterly in a state of disarray.
The stark contrast between the two, one exuding aristocratic dignity, the other as pathetic as sand sinking into dust, made Susan Saxton feel a bit inferior for the first ti while looking at Arlo Seys.
Before entering the police station, she was a proud young woman, the heiress of the Saxton Family, confidently standing shoulder to shoulder in front of Arlo Seys. But now, she suddenly felt that such a dignified prodigy like Arlo Seys made her feel utterly defeated.
While Susan Saxton was lost in thought, Arlo Seys’s voice sounded coldly without a trace of warmth: "I didn’t co here to watch you daze off, what do you want with ? Speak!"
Susan Saxton’s eyes looked at Arlo Seys, his coldness pierced her heart like a sharp blade.
Why would such a perfect man only like Ariel Morris and not her, Susan? In what way is Susan superior to Ariel Morris? Why can’t she win Arlo Seys’s favor? What exceptional qualities does Ariel Morris have to earn his constant affection and care?!
Thinking of Ariel Morris, Susan Saxton couldn’t help but twitch her lips into a derisive smile, "Arlo Seys, do you know why I ca to look for you today?"
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