"Alice, let’s go." Mabel Quinn pulled Alice Conley’s hand and turned to leave.
"Hey, but..." Alice Conley’s words weren’t finished, as Daniel Harris had already taken a step and blocked Mabel Quinn’s path.
"Apologize!" The words were coldly spat out from his mouth.
Mabel Quinn inexplicably felt a chill. The boy who used to trust her completely, the one who entrusted his life to her during a stormy night, stepping forward in the direction she pointed, had he really vanished?
"Mr. Harris, you can choose to believe Grace Yowell, but I can also choose not to apologize," Mabel Quinn said.
"Mabel Quinn, do you really want to be charged with intentional injury?" Daniel Harris stated, "If you would just apologize now..."
"Daniel Harris!" Mabel Quinn abruptly interrupted him, thinking of the boy who once faced life and death with her, now forcing her to apologize to the one who trapped her. "Can you really not see the truth?"
If ordinary people were deceived by Grace Yowell’s framing tricks, she had nothing to say, but Daniel Harris... he was the leader of the Harris Group and had probably seen a lot of open and secret battles, could he really not see through Grace Yowell’s tricks?
Daniel Harris remained silent for a moment, then said, "I trust Grace."
With just one simple sentence, it felt like a heavy iron hammer struck Mabel Quinn’s chest, causing her intense pain.
She thought she wouldn’t care anymore, but it wasn’t until now that she realized she hadn’t truly let go, that she wasn’t as carefree as she imagined herself to be.
A wave of coldness spread from her chest to her whole body, colder than that stormy night when she almost lost her life.
Taking a deep breath, Mabel Quinn looked directly at the person in front of her and said, word by word, with unwavering determination, "I won’t apologize to a betrayer. If you really insist on giving her justice, then you might as well throw hot coffee on my arm!"
"You—" Daniel Harris frowned slightly, just about to say something else when suddenly, there was another commotion at the entrance of the police station, followed by the sound of approaching footsteps, and it was more than one person’s footsteps.
Mabel Quinn also turned around to look and saw a familiar figure slowly entering her sight.
It’s Kyle Kinston! Why is he here?! Mabel Quinn was surprised, and not only had Kyle Kinston come, but Dorian Howards also came, and several other accompanying personnel followed them.
"Dorian, this way!" Alice Conley already called out, then said to Mabel Quinn, "Mabel, while you were giving your statement earlier, I called Dorian Howards, and it just so happened that Mr. Kinston was right beside him."
Worried about her friend, Alice Conley had instinctively dialed Dorian Howards’ number.
Dorian Howards quickly walked to Alice Conley’s side, anxiously asking, "Are you okay? What’s going on? You didn’t make it clear on the phone."
"Nothing’s wrong with me; it’s Mabel who’s in trouble. Ugh, it’s obviously Grace Yowell framing Mabel, and now Daniel Harris is forcing Mabel to apologize!" Alice Conley said indignantly.
"Apologize?" Kyle Kinston, who had just reached Mabel Quinn, raised his eyebrows slightly, looking at Daniel Harris, "You want Mabel to apologize to that woman?" His pitch-black eyes casually glanced at Grace Yowell, whose arm was wrapped in bandages.