A Wound that Never Heals

Chapter 130 Please Help Me

The young male policeman did not know Avery. Seeing that he was so arrogant as soon as he came over, the policeman was unwilling to help Darlene open the handcuffs.

The policeman pushed a stack of papers on the table to Avery. “Who are you to this. young lady? These lists require her family to sign. Before the situation is clear, this young lady may not be able to leave for the time being.”

As soon as he finished speaking, there was a rush of footsteps outside.

Tom brought two policemen with him. He rushed in with a darkened face.

He directly took the key from the young policeman and unlocked the handcuffs on Darlene’s hands. He forced a smile and apologized to Avery.

“I’m really sorry, Mr. Gallard. This is a new intern policeman who doesn’t know anything. I just happened to have something to do tonight and went back. I’m so sorry

about this.”

Avery ignored him and squatted down to check the wound on Darlene’s wrist. “Does it hurt? Why did you go to Twilight Paradise to see Douglas? Did Braylen ask you to go

there?”

Darlene pushed his hand away in a flurry. Her face was extremely pale from the shock.

All she could think about was Douglas collapsing in front of her like a corpse in the private room, his face and neck covered with blood.

Tom scolded the young policeman with a cold face, “This is the President of the Gallard Group, and this is Mrs. Gallard. Now apologize to them. If Mr. Gallard can let go of this, I won’t pursue any further responsibility. If not, pack your things and get out of here.”

The intern policeman was still young and impetuous. When he heard this, he felt unfair. He thought he was trying to be fair in handling cases. So, he didn’t want to be so inferior in front of a bigwig.

He said defiantly, “Mr. Dorsey, if you want to fire me because I offended Mr. Gallard, then I have nothing to say. But I have no problem handling the case. I won’t apologize.”

Tom looked at him in disbelief. He was so angry that his face turned livid. “You are so unreasonable! Let me ask you, what did you do about the case? How can you directly

cuff Ms. Garcia here?”

said in a deep voice, “When I went over, Douglas, who was in the private room, was dying and already taken away by an ambulance. Ms. Garcia was still there, holding a bloody knife in her hand. There was no doubt that she killed

at him sternly, “Dying? You saw him dying? Or did you go to the hospital

of the private room. One was held by Ms. Garcia,

I saw that Ms. Garcia had bruises and injuries on her neck, and the wound

heard the people in the corridor whispering that Douglas was injured and

table a few times and interrupted him, “You heard? You are a policeman who handles

rumors!

room. There were no witnesses. How could you just

Mr. Swale, who entered the room and saw the scene, based on how you handled the case, Mr. Swale could also

lost his confidence and explained, “The surveillance inside is broken,

Swale who walked in, and there is a knife on the ground. Then why don’t you suspect that the

on the ground. Why are there

insufficient. You haven’t even figured out the ins and outs of the matter, yet you directly arrested someone with handcuffs. Now you still have the nerve to act so arrogantly in front of me, shouting that you are not afraid of the bigwig? Pack up your things and get lost!”

speechless after being scolded by him for

and handed a USB to Avery. “Sir, we got the surveillance video. It was deliberately deleted by someone,

medicine to Darlene and carried her out. “Give the USB to Mr.

“Okay,” Cyrus replied.

handed the USB to Tom with a sullen face. “Mr. Dorsey, you can have a good look at the video with this young officer. The real situation. is clear at a

Douglas really died, Darlene would not have to take any legal responsibility.”

Darlene out. When he reached the door, he could still hear Tom scolding the young police

carried Darlene and walked outside. Her

the back seat. Only then

had really been freaked out so that she had forgotten to

like this.

no idea where

him and repeated, “He’s dead. I

be dead.”

and neck with a wet towel. After the

the vague blue and purple marks on her neck became