Chapter 774
"Henry, do you believe me? I didn't do it. It wasn't me who made Vincent do it. Vincent did it on his own; it has nothing to do with me," Esme cried, feeling wronged. Of course, she knew Vincent was going to target Lily, but she didn't instruct him to do so. It was all Vincent's doing, and it had nothing to do with her.
Esme shook her head while crying, "Henry, it was all Vincent's doing; it has nothing to do with me." But Vincent was Esme's... This was hard to explain and even harder to convince others. How could Henry tell Alexander that Vincent wasn't instigated by Esme?
"Henry, let go of me, let go!" Esme tried to leave. She didn't want to be taken away. If she was taken to the police station, her life would be completely ruined. She hated Vincent! Why did he have to take such a risk! She also hated Alexander. With tear-filled eyes, she looked at Alexander, never expecting that loving him would lead her to this. She should have known that when she bullied Elizabeth back then, Elizabeth's fate would be her own future fate. She was foolish!
"Esme, cooperate," Henry couldn't let Esme go. Alexander and the police were all here. If he let Esme go in public, she would only be labeled as resisting arrest.
"Henry, I didn't do it, why should I cooperate! I didn't do it!" Esme shouted loudly. More and more people gathered around to watch. Henry's face was almost on the ground. The Russell family was experiencing the most intense attention of their lives; Henry was the same; he had never been this scrutinized before. Actually, Henry was also an excellent person, but the world never lacked excellent people. Especially under the suppression of the other three families, Alexander, Kieran, and Ivan, Henry always seemed to lack some color.
"You're innocent, what is there to fear about an investigation?" Alexander crossed his arms, holding a cigarette in one hand. "Ms. Russell, since you think you're..."
Chapter 774
Smoke billowed from Alexander's lips. Perhaps, they had never really seen Alexander clearly. Esme bit her lip and asked Alexander, "Do you really have to treat..." Alexander's eyes turned cold, his tone sarcastic, "Ms. Russell, you don't...will have fantasies about me, do you?"
"But we were together for three years, I missed those three years dearly," Esme said. Countless sleepless nights, she would repeatedly think about those three years. She was so happy. She felt that being with Alexander made her the happiest woman in the world. She didn't know how to live without love, without Alexander. Clearly, her life was now a complete mess!
Seeing the tears in Esme's eyes, Alexander sneered and asked her, "Do you still not know that the only reason I treated you well was because of Elizabeth?" "If you weren't Elizabeth's friend, do you think I would even look at you?" His tone grew colder, like a knife stabbing directly into Esme's heart. Esme bit her lip, unable to stop her tears, her heart bleeding. How could she not know? It was precisely because of this that she replaced Elizabeth.
As the two confronted each other, more and more cars stopped nearby. They were reporters, always the first to get the news! The reporters picked up their microphones, broadcasting live without saying a word. Alexander glanced at them. It was the end of the year. He was giving them news; he hoped they could all complete their tasks.
"But Alexander, I've never regretted loving you," Esme's voice floated into his ears. Alexander laughed deeply. "Do you know how much I regret knowing you?"