I Returned to the Day He Brought His First Love Home-Chapter 69: A Swift Report

’If I go to the police now without any evidence, no one will believe me. What should I do?’ Grace Winslow left her house, but the more she thought about it on her way to the police station, the more she felt it was a bad idea.

Her word alone wasn’t enough. She had to convince the police officers before they would go and arrest someone.

She couldn’t just say a few words and get Gordon Lynch convicted.

She tried her best to recall the details from the newspaper article she had read in her previous life.

Unfortunately, Gordon Lynch wasn’t arrested until seven years later. And while the news reported how many people he had trafficked over the years, many of the details were never disclosed.

She was so absorbed in her thoughts that she didn’t watch where she was going and bumped right into someone walking toward her.

"Careful," a familiar voice said beside her ear.

A strong, powerful hand grabbed her wrist, pulling her back.

She stumbled right into his arms, ending up in a full embrace.

In this era, propriety between men and women was taken very seriously.

Grace Winslow quickly snapped back to her senses and put some safe distance between them.

Looking up, she finally got a clear look at the man in front of her. "Archer Rhys?"

"Mn," Archer Rhys nodded lightly, his sharp brows furrowing as he looked at Grace Winslow. "What are you doing here?"

Only then did Grace Winslow notice her surroundings.

She was almost at the police station.

It was only about fifty meters further down the road.

She hesitated.

Seeing her expression, Archer Rhys followed her gaze. "Going to the police station?"

Then a thought seemed to strike him. "To plead for Caleb Forrest?"

Grace Winslow was taken aback, not understanding why he would bring up Caleb Forrest. "Why would you think I’m going to plead for him?"

"Caleb Forrest earned commendations in the army. This hooliganism incident isn’t considered too severe. Normally, he’d be sent to a labor farm for two years at most before being released." Archer Rhys stared at her face, trying to gauge her reaction.

Grace Winslow remained perfectly calm. When Caleb Forrest was mentioned, her expression didn’t flicker in the slightest.

For some reason, seeing her like this, Archer Rhys felt the anxiety in his chest ease slightly.

"Oh, I’m not here about him," Grace Winslow said, shaking her head.

After a moment of thought, she asked tentatively, "There’s something I’m not sure how to handle. Could you give me your opinion?"

"Go ahead."

Grace Winslow chose her words carefully before speaking. "I heard that some women and children have gone missing in town recently. When I was out grocery shopping with my mom today, I ran into a very strange man. I suspect there’s something wrong with him, that he might be a human trafficker. I want to report it to the police, but it’s just a suspicion. I don’t have any evidence, so..."

Grace Winslow trailed off, a note of helplessness in her voice.

Archer Rhys was surprised. He hadn’t expected her to be at the police station for something like this, rather than to plead for Caleb Forrest.

The corners of his lips curved upward. "What’s there to hesitate about? If you suspect him, report him. If it turns out you’ve wrongly accused him, you just have to apologize."

"But if he’s really up to no good, you’ll have saved countless families."

Archer Rhys’s words struck Grace Winslow like a sudden epiphany.

She was one hundred percent certain that Gordon Lynch was up to no good.

She had been hesitant before, worried that reporting it to the police would be useless without evidence.

’Now that I think about it, I was just overthinking things.’

’Perhaps it’s because I spent so long as a housewife with little contact with the outside world, so I don’t really understand how a lot of things work.’

"I’ll go with you," Archer Rhys said, his smile deepening when he saw her eyes light up.

’Grace Winslow was still just as righteous and passionate as he remembered. He had worried that a bad marriage would have completely worn down her spirit and her edge. It seemed he had worried for nothing.’