Facade of Love

ter 177 Hitching a Ride

Since Officer Jackson had already contacted me earlier, asking me to visit the police station to make a statement once I was rested, I bid farewell to my mother and Maxwell and headed straight to the station after breakfast.

In the interview room at the police station, Officer Jackson handed me a cup of water and asked me to recount what had happened in the abandoned factory. I narrated how Noah had kidnapped me, how I woke up in the factory, how Moore drugged me, and then my subsequent unconsciousness. I ended the account by describing how I woke up at Inch’s friend’s house.

After hearing my story, Officer Jackson frowned slightly and asked, “Do you have the contact information of the friend who took you away? We might need to cross–check his statement with yours. Currently, we can’t find Noah, and Ms. Moore is still in the hospital, so we can only question you to see if we can locate and arrest Noah.”

I nodded and gave Officer Jackson Inch’s phone number without any change in expression. I did not mention Noah’s death and pretended to know nothing about it. Even if Moore woke up and said anything, as Inch had pointed out, without a b*dy, her words would have no proof.

Furthermore, if Moore insisted that I killed Noah, how could she be sure that someone drugged like me could commit murder?

After our conversation, Officer Jackson did not say much else. He merely advised me to be careful when going out in case I encountered Noah again.

agreed and left the interview room. Another police officer approached us and informed Officer Jackson, “Officer Jackson, Mr. Young is here.”

Officer Jackson nodded and said, “Bring me the information we’ve found.”

The officer agreed and left.

finishing the talk, Officer Jackson and I went

tall and slender figure was strikingly noticeable. His amazing appearance made it hard for anyone to

went up to greet him and urged,

“No need. Just give me the information you’ve gathered. I don’t think there’s much else to discuss. We can

smiled and said, “Alright, then I’ll just have a brief chat with

no interest in eavesdropping on others‘ conversations, I softly said goodbye

mind being overheard. I had not walked far, so I could still hear Officer Jackson’s voice, saying, “Our people stationed at the border found some traces of your father. He indeed stayed in Hartfield a few years ago, but

leaving the police station, I naturally did not hear the rest

border back then to look for his father. Recalling what Mr. Zachary had told me about the mine disaster, I felt a tightness in my chest. I could not help but look up at

personally experienced it, felt suffocated by Mr. Zachary’s words. Idris‘ father, perhaps, could not continue to enjoy the wealth and glory of the Youngs with a clear conscience, so he

someone appeared beside me, speaking in a deep and restrained voice.

the corner of my eye that he was holding a file bag,

pursed my l*ps, not saying

I met his deep, dark eyes, and he spoke softly.

refusal. Instead, I pulled my wrist away said, “Okay,

from his

grasp and