My Destined Lover

Dylan pressed his lips together and made a decision without even thinking about it. “If you have something to say, you’d better wait till you get to the police station!” Dylan took two steps back and signaled to the people behind him, “What are you waiting for? Arrest her!” The people he came with hesitated, “Dylan, you need evidence to arrest a man at night.”

Before they came, they didn’t know it would be like this. They thought that Dylan really had some evidence here!

“I will find the evidence. Just do what I said. If anything goes wrong, I’ll cover it!” Dylan was cold and pressing. They hesitated for a moment, then went towards Laura.

Laura squinted and looked calmly at the silver handcuffs.

“Dylan … eh-hem …” Suddenly, a weak voice came from behind the group.

Dylan turned around and was confronted with Marcus’ cold, oppressive gaze.

“Shouldn’t you inform me in advance if you want to arrest my fiancee?”

Marcus seized his handkerchief and held it against his mouth. William followed behind Marcus with a deadpan, robotic expression. It was as if I had never seen or known Laura.

“Mar… Marcus. “Mrs. Taylor’s face instantly became complicated and hurried to look at Dylan. Why Marcus, the sick man, would come? Mrs. Taylor looked incredulously at Laura, who was still leaning leisurely on the stair railing as if she were an outsider.

“Aren’t you going to continue?” Marcus raised a hand toward Dylan. Even though he was sick, he had the upper hand over Dylan. It’s okay for Dylan to act up with the others but in front of Marcus … there was really no place for him to go. Dylan pressed his lips together and craned his neck, not moving.

“Then I’ll continue.” Marcus looked up and nodded toward Laura. The men behind him swarmed into the Taylor house, rummaging through the boxes. Mrs. Taylor didn’t dare to stop them, only to glared at Laura darkly.

“Here it is.” William held the medicine bag that the servant had found from Jones’ room to Marcus.

“How could …” Dylan looked surprised, “No, maybe someone put the stuff there in advance!”

Dylan was a little confused. As Lily said, it was Laura who had a grudge against Jones. How could the stuff be retrieved from the Jones’ room?

“True or false, check the fingerprints will be clear?” Laura was standing on the stairs with her hands around her chest, looking down at Dylan, as if watching a joke.

“Isn’t there a witness in the hospital? We still have time to confront her.” Marcus said calmly, his pale lips pressed together. There’s nothing wrong with Marcus’s proposal.

All people, followed by Marcus’ car, marched to the hospital. Laura sat in the back seat of the car, wrapped in her clothes, and tilted her head to look at Marcus, “I’m sorry you had to do this so late.”

“It’s alright.”

Marcus narrowed his eyes. Since Laura didn’t ask, he won’t say he had someone watching Laura. They didn’t say anything, but they understand each other.

The journey was wordless.

…

Lily, who had been at the hospital, saw that both Dylan and Mrs. Taylor had come to the hospital and thought that Dylan had done everything. She rushed forward impatiently, “Laura was arrested, right? You’re here to take a statement?”

“Jones has just come back from hell. Let’s get in there, take a statement, and bring Laura to justice!”