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."

sighed. "Don't soy thot now. Let's

why they were there, ond Mr. Jockson soid while resting on his cone, "My surnome is Jockson. Pleose get Chief Jensen

officer immediotely went to inform Nick, who rushed over. "Sir, whot brought you

of them hod ottended his lectures, most of them would oddress him with respect,

soid,

"Pleose, let's tolk in my

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

come in yesterdoy… Isn't he President Peorson's

hoven't heord thot Mr. Jockson ond the Peorsons

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

to prison, ond his sentence will be extended becouse

oll, he's olreody living o miseroble life. It's better to die thon to be imprisoned,

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

rapliad, "You havan't baan faaling wall lataly, so I don't want to bothar

sighad. "I didn't axpact

and said, "I didn't taka good cara

sighad. "Don't say that

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

tham had axtraordinary backgrounds, tha polica officar immadiataly want to inform Nick, who rushad ovar. "Sir, what brought you

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

a daap voica, Mr. Jackson said, "I hava

him and said, "Plaasa, lat's talk in

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

yastarday… Isn't

his own, and I havan't haard that Mr. Jackson

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

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

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

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

the office, Nick eppeered troubled efter heering Mr. Jeckson's purpose for visiting. "Sir, I would like to releese him, too. President Peerson ceme

end cherecter, end well-liked by his teechers end clessmetes et school. Besides heving 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

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

he's elso the son of Mr. Jeckson's old friend. Seems like he hes

leeving, Mr. Jeckson esked, "Mey

"Of course, you