Winning Her Heart back (Emelie and William)

Chapter 711 As if He Didn't Even Exist

When Emelie heard this, her thoughts, which had been deeply engrossed in the case, paused momentarily.

Had William returned to Capebatt City?

Just three days ago, he was coughing up blood, looking like he could be rushed to the emergency room at any moment.

Could he have recovered so quickly? Was he able to fly back from Borealis City to Capebatt City already?

The officer quickly got up and left, leaving Emelie alone in the interrogation room.

She closed her eyes and continued to ponder over the situation.

She was sure that Frank hadn't died from the blow that she had delivered.

After all, the skull was the hardest part of the human body. Even though the back of the head was relatively more vulnerable, she wasn't a professional killer. There was no way that she could have hit him with such precision and force.

Even if Frank had really died at her hands, wouldn't that be considered self-defense, given the circumstances?

Self-defense was not a crime.

Not long after, maybe just 15 minutes later, the officer returned. "Ms. Hoven, you're free to leave the station."

Emelie finally opened her eyes. She was surprised.

had thought that with such solid evidence against her, she would have to spend at

added, "But until the case is fully resolved,

from the small couch and asked, "Was it

walked out of the interrogation room and

parked in the courtyard. A thin layer of snow

out, he opened the car door

on the steps while keeping a distance of about ten feet from him. A streetlight beside him

over from head to toe. William was wearing a heavy down jacket, making it hard to tell if he had gained or lost weight, but his posture

Patricia was with

leisurely walked down the steps. She stepped on his shadow as she approached him. "Weren't you hospitalized in

neatly dressed and calm, he figured that she hadn't suffered much. Still, he

buy some. She should be back soon. You can eat them

"I'm not hungry."

by him as she said, "I'll have my

so indifferent that it was as if William didn't even exist. Patricia, who had always had a good relationship with William as his cousin, was furious at this. "Ms. Hoven, what kind of attitude is

attitude do you think I should have? And by the

wearing red, was in a red plaid sweater dress, and her temper flared like a

middle of the night and had personally

said, "Oh, well, thank you

casual, carefree attitude only

asked, "Can I