Chapter 1218: Chapter 1190: Inextricably Linked (Extra for 2100+ monthly votes) Chapter 1218: Chapter 1190: Inextricably Linked (Extra for 2100+ monthly votes) “Are you sure? What exactly happened?” Mario Yuno asked cautiously.
“Actually, I'm not very certain either, because the situation at that time was quite urgent, and it's possible that I might have seen things incorrectly, since my interaction with her was only a matter of seconds. The situation was like this…”
Kiara recounted the stampede incident she experienced in the Market Mall and how someone had reached out to help her, detailing everything to Mario Yuno without omission.
The more Mario Yuno listened, the more furrowed his brows became.
Kiara had not provided him with such detailed information earlier; she only mentioned going shopping with her mother-in-law and encountering a stampede from which she had luckily escaped.
Now, hearing her account in detail, he found it increasingly terrifying. The cold sweat broke out on Mario Yuno's back.
He had thought that Kiara's recent car-smashing scare had been frightening enough, but he hadn't expected an even more harrowing episode before that! If someone hadn't pulled Kiara out, it would have been unimaginably terrible by now!
“…That's how it went. Because the situation was really chaotic at that time, and I was confused by the sudden emergency, I can't tell for sure if it was Grace Bradford that I saw. After she pushed me down, when I looked up again, I couldn't see her anywhere anymore, so this matter remains unconfirmed.”
Because she herself was unclear if she might have mistaken someone else for Grace Bradford, she didn't tell anyone else about it.
“If it was her, it is possible because a woman who hasn't trained wouldn't have that kind of strength, and a regular person wouldn't even think to pull you out from that position. But if it was indeed her, then the intelligence that just came in must be faulty. Since Grace Bradford expended so much effort to save you, even risking being discovered at any moment, it makes no sense that she would go to the trouble of sending someone to hit you afterward.”
Mario Yuno's analysis made a lot of sense.
Kiara thought for a moment, “I also don't think it was Grace Bradford who sent someone to hit me. Those people weren't telling the truth; there must be a mastermind behind them!”
“How can you be so certain? What if what you saw at the Market Mall wasn't Grace Bradford after all?”
“I trust my professional judgment, and even if it wasn't Grace Bradford I encountered at the Market Mall, according to her character traits, she wouldn't hire someone to ruthlessly go after me because that's not the kind of lowly person she is.”
Mario Yuno was someone who believed in his intuition, but Kiara was different. She more often relied on her professional judgment.
Previously, Grace Bradford rarely revealed her emotions, and Kiara didn't have a firm grasp on her, but ever since Grace Bradford's conversation with Kiara after being taken away, Kiara had a basic understanding of what kind of person she was.
“Out of filth comes the pure, out of darkness comes the light; the dung beetle, being the filthiest, turns into a cicada and basks in the autumn wind; rotting grass, devoid of light, transforms into a firefly shining brightly under the summer moon.” What Kiara wanted to express was that although Grace Bradford had done many bad things, she was still quite honorable when it came to how she treated Kiara herself.
Mario Yuno snorted coldly, “Your opinion of this person is not low at all.”
Camden had no good impression of Grace Bradford, who had once hurt his friend.
“I'm just objectively evaluating the situation. She will pay the price for her actions, as it is inevitable by divine law, but I believe the person this time wasn't sent by her.”
“Now, they can't get any valuable information from that side, and our speculations are merely subjective guesses. What the objective truth is still needs to be uncovered.”
This is a society that values facts and reason. The information provided by Kiara, although it holds significant reference value, cannot be used to make a definitive judgment.
Exactly who was behind the attack on Kiara, be it Grace Bradford or someone else, remains an unclear mystery, as the few caught individuals stubbornly refuse to speak.
“Like this, take me over there, and I'll try asking those three people. I am now recognized as an external support by you, and this matter is closely related to me; asking them wouldn't break any rules.”
“No way!” Mario Yuno felt a pang of distress for his wife. After such a turbulent day, she should return home to rest and relax instead of fighting alongside him.
“The problem now is that even if I want to avoid it, I've been dragged into it. This time we had the witch's help, but what about next time?”
“I will protect you.” Mario Yuno wouldn't allow today's incident to happen again.
“Can you stay by my side 24 hours a day?”
Mario Yuno's lips tightened. For an ordinary couple, it was hard enough to be inseparable day and night, let alone for someone with his special status.
“Admit it, Camden, our best defense now is to take the offensive! We need to draw out the people lurking in the shadows and crush them completely. That's the best way to protect me!”
Mario Yuno looked at Kiara eating her ice cream with a slanted gaze. He was truly worried.
How could he fail to persuade her? In the end, he brought her along!
Not only did he yield to her demands on this issue, but when they passed by KFC and she wanted ice cream, Mario Yuno had initially refused righteously. What the hell was a pregnant woman doing eating ice cream in the dead of winter!
But then Kiara gave him the puppy eyes, played the 'Beautiful Lady' trick on him, and promised to eat just a few bites. Camden ended up uncontrollably buying it for her anyway–and even opted for a strawberry sundae.
“Husband, you're the best to me!” Kiara scooped up a spoonful and put it in her mouth, happily eating. Indeed, her tastes had changed since getting pregnant.
“Hmph, sweet talker.” Mario Yuno was still brooding over how soft his own ear was.
“Here, you have a bite too!” Kiara handed the spoon over. They were about to enter the lobby, and Mario Yuno initially wanted to turn his head away proudly, refusing to show his dignity as a man. But when he saw her big watery eyes, his heart softened, and with a softened heart, his actions no longer obeyed his brain.
Well, it is a tad sweet in the winter!
The person who came out to greet Mario Yuno thought they were seeing things. After rubbing their eyes, Mario Yuno had already quickly swallowed the ice cream fed by his loving wife, looking as stern as ever, as if what had just happened was nothing but an illusion.
Kiara casually threw the cup she'd only had a few bites from into the trash can. A few bites were enough to satisfy a craving; any more wouldn't do.
“One, we've finally been looking forward to your arrival,” said the newly transferred criminal police captain, warmly greeting Mario Yuno.
“Has the suspect spilled yet?”
'Spilled' is slang, meaning whether the person had confessed.
“They keep insisting it was a woman surnamed Mu who hired them, and they also insist they didn't know this Mu woman before, they just took the money to do the job. And they just keep denying everything, claiming that they were only asked to smash the car, not to harm anyone. You know, the sentencing standards for these actions are different.”
If they only smashed the car and didn't cause any injuries, without finding a bigger motive and with only property damage, compensating for the loss would mean they'd be out soon enough.
Now there aren't any other pieces of evidence indicating that these people have committed other crimes, and nothing else could be extracted from questioning them.
“How could it only be about smashing the car? If no one had come to interrupt their behavior, my mom and I would be two bloody holes now,” Kiara said angrily.
Mario Yuno's hand tensed when he heard her say that, and his anger flared up instantly.
Chapter end
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