Echoes Of a Forsaken Heart

Chapter 181

When Natalia arrived at the precinct, Hamilton was already there, leaning casually against his car with a bandage plastered across his forehead. She barely glanced at him before heading inside. Hamilton frowned at her battered old car and quickly caught up to her. "Ryan got you driving this clunker?"

She ignored him, pressing on towards the building. Hamilton, his brow furrowing deeper, grabbed her wrist. "Natalia, did you hear me?"

Annoyance painted her features. "Hamilton, looking to add more scars? Touch me without permission again, and I swear I'll hit back."

He smirked coldly. "And how exactly will you do that?"

Without warning, Natalia's foot shot up, connecting with his shin. Hamilton winced, his expression tightening with pain. Natalia never held back, kicking him as if she harbored some deep-seated grudge. "Natalia!" he roared with anger.

Unapologetically, she kicked him again, her sharp heels finding the tender spots on his legs. Grimacing, Hamilton watched her walk away, the imprint of her shoe on his pants burning in his mind. After a moment, he followed her, his voice tinged with grudging respect. "You're getting quite formidable, aren't you?"

Inside, the police handed Natalia the files. "Your father had gambling debts, nearly five million in the hole. He's been dogged by creditors for a while. This time, the creditor showed up at your place. He said he was there to collect, but when he saw you, he hid. After you left, he confronted your father. Things escalated, your father pulled a knife, and in the struggle, he was killed."

Natalia's brows knitted together as she processed the information. "Is there hard evidence it was this guy?"

DNA under your father's fingernails, and the man's account of the time and place checks out. Any doubts, Ms.

it really

was about debt, it's normal for my father to have his DNA, right? How can you be so sure that DNA was from that day?" The officer was at a loss for words before finally replying, "But why would he

could mean a lighter sentence

was taken aback, and so was Natalia, surprised by Hamilton's line of reasoning. After all, her father's fate or manner of death had nothing to do with Hamilton. With the self-confession, it

looked back, his expression unreadable. She had the strange feeling he was seeking approval. She bit her lip and looked

leave, but Hamilton stopped her, this time keeping his hands to himself, though her expression was still sour. "Got

eyes flickering. "You mentioned you needed

Hamilton was, after all,

think

She nodded.

narrowed. "Got

couldn't be involved, but he swallowed

with his body. Her face turned stormy as his familiar scent enveloped

to her lips, his voice rough with barely contained anger. "Has Ryan

thought of Ryan touching her set off a rage inside him, but Natalia's