Mr. Warner, Your Wife is Running Away Again!-Chapter 632: Did Third Young Master Really Cheat?
Franklin Sutton heard what Miles Sterling said and persuaded, "Young Master Sterling, please calm down. Whatever the conflict or misunderstanding, let’s talk it out. If you really can’t swallow this anger, you can report it. Anyway, your sister has already confessed. We can follow the proper procedures, and she will be punished accordingly. If you want to solve it yourself, you must use the right methods and violence won’t solve the problem."
Hearing Franklin’s words, Miles didn’t express his attitude but instead looked at Vanessa from a distance and questioned her, "What did you tell them?"
Vanessa just stood woodenly about a meter behind the officers, showing no response besides the fear in her eyes.
The policewoman softly said to Miles, "I think neither of you is emotionally stable right now. How about you come to pick her up later? I have a colleague who is a specialist in psychological adjustment and she’ll be here soon. I’ll have her calm your sister down, and once she’s more composed, we’ll call you to come pick her up, okay?"
"No need." Miles clearly had no patience for this. He stepped past Franklin and the policewoman and directly approached Vanessa. Seeing this, Vanessa instinctively moved back, but Miles had already reached her, grabbed her wrist, and silently dragged her towards the door.
Vanessa struggled vigorously, squatting down, but was directly dragged to the ground by Miles.
Franklin quickly intervened to stop Miles, while another officer immediately helped Vanessa up. Coincidentally, Quentin Sterling finished his business and walked out from an office on one side of the corridor, meeting Miles’ gaze dead-on.
Miles sneered and mockingly said to Vanessa, "No wonder you don’t want to go home, you were waiting for your uncle to pick you up, huh?"
Quentin stepped forward, his eyes cold, looking at Vanessa shivering beside the officer and then at the furious Miles, and quietly said, "This is not the place for your nonsense. If there’s anything, speak at home."
Miles snapped back, "Do I need you to control me?!"
The driver noticed the bandage on Miles’ neck was soaked with blood and quickly approached to quietly express his concern, "Young Master, take care of yourself."
Quentin casually instructed the driver, "Take the Young Master back to the hospital."
The driver hesitated, clearly unable to do anything if Miles didn’t willingly say he wanted to go to the hospital.
Miles coldly chuckled, "Second Master Sterling, acting like the head of the family, thinking you can control everything?"
Seeing the bandage on Miles’ neck completely soaked in blood, Franklin frowned and said, "Seems like the boy’s carotid artery is ruptured, get him to the hospital ASAP!"
Following Franklin’s command, the two young officers on standby swiftly stepped forward.
Miles, already weak, was no match for the two strong officers and was forcibly loaded into the police car and immediately sent to the nearest hospital.
Quentin watched coldly as Miles was taken away and exhaled a breath, then turned back to Vanessa and said coldly, "Let’s go."
Vanessa dumbly stared at Quentin, his single word seeming to carry an irresistible compelling force, prompting her to start moving...
Before she could reach him, Quentin turned and headed out the door, not waiting for Vanessa like he used to, nor showing any concern.
Vanessa slowly followed behind him, watching as Quentin stood by the car, opened the door, and frowned at her with some impatience.
Feeling his emotions, Vanessa stopped at the car, her cold, stiff toes gripping the ground inside her slippers. She hesitated, biting her lip before tremblingly speaking, "... There’s no need to trouble you, I can go back by myself."
Quentin could tell Vanessa’s unusual emotional state because she called him "you" instead of "Uncle."
Though he resented her, he was also afraid that if he truly let her leave like that, Vanessa might do something foolish.
So he said nothing, seeming unwilling to speak more with her, simply reached out, grabbed her arm, and pushed her into the car, then shut the door.
Vanessa sat awkwardly in the car, silently turning her head to look out the window.
Quentin maintained his silence all along, never once showing concern for Vanessa, not even asking what had happened.
Watching the vast snow falling outside, Vanessa clasped her cold hands together, feeling no warmth despite being in a heated car.
Because the only person who would protect her had disappeared.
When the car stopped beneath the riverside apartment building, Quentin didn’t remind Vanessa that they had arrived, just sat silently in the car.
Vanessa came back to her senses, quietly opened the car door, stood at the door for a moment, and softly said, "Thank you."
There was a pause, and without any response from Quentin, she gently closed the car door.
Standing on the roadside, she watched as Quentin’s car drove away without waiting, leaving a tire track on the snow-covered road.
Vanessa stood motionless in front of the building, allowing the light snowflakes to fall onto her body.
She felt resistant to returning to this place, like entering a never-ending nightmare from which she could never wake.
She wanted to escape, but lost and abandoned by the world, where could she possibly go?
Taking a deep breath, Vanessa moved her frozen, stiff feet and walked into the building.
Standing numbly in the elevator, she seemed indifferent to everything, including life and death...
Miles was in the hospital, and the house remained as she had left it, the bloodstains on the floor dried and the metallic scent long ago dissipated by the cold wind blowing in from the balcony.
Blackie’s barking came from her room, bringing her a bit of comfort and warmth.
...
In the heavy snow, a white BMW parked in the villa’s parking area, and a woman in a red gown with an animal fur shawl stepped out, wearing seven or eight centimeter red high heels, walking towards the villa door.
"Ding dong—"
Hearing the doorbell, Audrey Sutton immediately put down her biscuit and got up to open the door, "It must be Jasmine Lucas."
The door opened, and Jasmine hurried inside, "It’s freezing out there."
Audrey couldn’t help but tease, "Wearing that in heavy snow, do you feel cold or not?"
Jasmine: "Didn’t you call saying there was a task for me? I must be well-prepared for my mission."
Audrey: "I mainly wanted to discuss something with you today, not send you on a mission right away."
Jasmine followed Audrey into the living room, laughing, "What? Did the Third Young Master... really cheat?"
"Spit, spit, spit! Don’t talk nonsense!" Audrey pulled Jasmine to sit on the sofa, picked up a clean cup, and while pouring juice for Jasmine, asked, "Doesn’t The White Mist Alliance specialize in handling scumbags? I have a friend in a very dangerous situation now... let’s say she’s suffering from domestic abuse. Can The White Mist Alliance help with that?"
