Shrouded Affections Winning Back My CEO Wife

Chapter 212

Chapter 212:

The police officer had previously advised Eileen to try and settle the matter privately. He wondered if Eileen had been unable to control her fury and taken action. Under the watchful eyes of everyone, Eileen said calmly, “Except for the claim that I was going to kill Vivian, which is untrue, everything else is correct. I indeed attacked her.”

Upon hearing this, the police officer hesitated momentarily before writing down her statement. Bryan stood beside Eileen, studying her composed face with a frown.

“I’m going to sue her and put her in prison,” Kian said, fixing his intense gaze on Bryan. Seeing Bryan’s tense demeanor gave Kian a sense of victory. He believed the evidence was indisputable. Eileen had confessed, and Kian knew that Bryan was unable to help her now.

Phoebe approached Eileen from behind, gently pulling at her sleeve, saying, “What are you doing?”

Jacob watched the unfolding drama with bewilderment. Was Eileen really going to end up in prison because of this?

“Sorry to disappoint you, Mr. Warren, but I’m not going to jail,” Eileen replied, pulling out a medical report from her pocket and showing it to the police officer. Then she asked, “Can I leave now?”

After a quick look at the report, the officer’s lips twitched, and he nodded. “Yes.”

Everyone stretched their necks, curious about the contents of the report Eileen was holding. But Eileen swiftly put it away, took hold of one of Bryan’s fingers, and said, “Let’s go.” She then made her way through the crowd and left with Bryan.

Behind them, Megan, coming to her senses, started shouting at the police officer, “Why did you let her go?”

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Phoebe and Jacob hurried after Eileen and Bryan, while Zola, who had been observing the scene from a distance, watched their departing figures.

At the club’s entrance, Eileen was intercepted by Phoebe and Jacob. Bryan, with an arm protectively wrapped around Eileen, shielded her from Jacob and Phoebe.

“Don’t stop me! I want to know what Eileen showed to the police!”

“What’s on that report?” Phoebe and Jacob were eager for answers.

Eileen hung her head in silence. This was her first time handling things this way, and it made her feel somewhat embarrassed. The smile on Bryan’s face grew, but he maintained a serious tone in his voice. “Enough with the fuss. We’ll discuss this at home.”

ushering Phoebe into his car and driving to Eileen’s without waiting for

looked up at Bryan, suggesting seriously, “Maybe we shouldn’t go

car keys from his pocket, opened the door for Eileen, and kissed her forehead. “What’s there to fear? Any idea that fixes the problem

whether Bryan had seen the contents of the medical report, but at that moment, the report in her pocket felt hot, as if it were burning. As the engine started, the car

a while, Eileen broke the silence. She asked Bryan, “You saw what’s on the report, didn’t you?” Noticing the subtle

nod, his eyes steady as he responded, “Is the report

took out the medical report from

stopping the car in the middle of the road,

I’m not mentally ill,” Eileen clarified. “It’s challenging for someone who is mentally ill to prove they are not, but it’s quite easy for a sane person to obtain a diagnosis of mental illness.” She had answered

behind them started

out of his thoughts, let out a chuckle, and restarted the car. The streetlights cast an orange glow on him, highlighting his barely contained amusement.

stable. But she hadn’t expected him

lunatic and constantly causing problems for me. I can barely work normally. If I didn’t come up with this

could at least effectively handle Vivian and Megan. Now, she wouldn’t technically be

was a good idea. Yet, he silently considered that Vivian still had plenty of free time to harass Eileen, meaning their conflicts would likely

been waiting. They hurried over and opened the passenger door, bombarding

back at Bryan, who, after exiting the car, took a cigarette from his pocket and strolled leisurely after her.

from the fridge for Phoebe and Jacob. The two, eager for details, sat on the couch with their eyes fixed on

their gaze fixating on the diagnosis on the medical report. They exchanged

about why their first response was to laugh rather than suspect her of being mentally ill. Her eyes drifted to the French windows, where she could see Bryan leaning against a tree in the yard. He

or I’ll hit you, and it wouldn’t

slapped his thigh, saying, “This birthday of mine is truly memorable. Now, if only we had some late-night snacks and drinks, today would be

from a cupboard near the door.

revealing a shallow cut on the back of her hand where the blood had dried. It was a small injury from Vivian’s knife, not painful at

wound. “You’re injured?” Phoebe had just noticed Eileen’s wound, her voice tinged with concern. Jacob glanced at Eileen’s wound and said, “Better take

on the forehead. “You can head out now. It’s late, and Eileen has to work tomorrow. Come back tomorrow night for dinner,” Bryan

swab and tossed it in the trash. “Who were you on the phone with?”

Eileen, “Your hand is injured;

to look at Bryan. Bryan was putting away the first aid kit and casually replied to Jacob, “Just sorting out some work on the phone.” Then he headed for the door. “Come on, I’ll

move prompted Jacob and Phoebe to follow, and as soon as they stepped outside, the door shut