Chapter 355: Chapter 355: You’re Not Home?
"Miss Clayton, sign here and you can leave."
Inside the police station, Evelyn Clayton signed her name on the record but did not leave immediately.
The officer was slightly puzzled, "Miss Clayton?"
Evelyn’s lips moved, her voice a bit hoarse, "Will Matthew be sentenced?"
The officer said, "That’s not certain yet. If you decide to press charges against him, it’s very likely he will be sentenced. But it still depends on the judge’s decision after the appeal. So, are you going to press charges against him?"
What was originally unquestionable suddenly met hesitation when the words reached her mouth.
"Can I see him?" Evelyn slowly asked.
The officer hesitated for a moment, then said, "Alright, please wait a moment."
With that, the officer got up and left.
Soon, he returned and said to Evelyn, "Miss Clayton, please follow me."
Evelyn got into a police car and was taken to the detention center.
Upon arrival, Evelyn was led into a confinement room. In front of her was a pane of tempered glass, and on the other side was Matthew Sullivan.
Hearing her arrival, Matthew slowly lifted his head, his eyes red and bloodshot, with a chilling gloom, inexplicably terrifying.
Yet Evelyn remained calm, meeting his gaze for a long time without speaking.
"Why are you here?" Matthew sneered after a long silence, "To laugh at me?"
Evelyn took a deep breath, expressionless, "Who incited you to kill me?"
The previous night, Evelyn had barely slept.
She thought long and hard and felt that something was amiss.
No matter how crazy Matthew was, he wouldn’t be reckless enough to commit murder in public.
Unless something or someone pushed him to the limit.
Evelyn looked steadily at Matthew, "You said I’m the one who harmed you. Think carefully. Is that really the case? Or is it that someone has been feeding you these thoughts nonstop, letting hatred cloud your judgment?"
A flicker of darkness passed through Matthew’s eyes, gone in an instant, leaving only sarcasm.
"Evelyn, are you overconfident?" Matthew looked at her disdainfully, "Do you really think I still have feelings for you and would never lay a hand on you, that’s why you’re spouting such nonsensical things?"
Evelyn raised an eyebrow and sneered coldly, "Matthew, whether you believe it or not, I know you far better than you know yourself. Even if you truly intended to kill me, in the end, you wouldn’t have the guts. Because you’re afraid of dying, so... who told you that killing me would absolve you?"
Matthew slowly clenched his molars.
This Evelyn, still as clever as ever.
But he would never tell Evelyn...
Matthew slowly lowered his brows, giving her a strange look. After a long time, he curled his lips into a bizarre smile.
"Evelyn, you can’t sentence me to death, can you? So let’s wait and see when I get out. Then we’ll settle all our old scores!"
At this point, Evelyn’s patience finally ran out.
Upon leaving, Evelyn messaged Franklin Ford asking him to find a lawyer on her behalf.
She never intended to let Matthew off the hook, not even for James Grant’s sake.
Returning to the police station, Evelyn signed the visitation form and slowly walked out.
Her phone rang; it was Franklin Ford calling.
"Evelyn, where are you?" Franklin sounded puzzled, "Just sent someone to your place with food, aren’t you home?"