Chapter 303



Tyrone, somewhat soothed by Kallie’s reassurances, hesitantly departed with the others.

A police officer then signaled for Kallie to follow him.

Ewing quickly intervened. “Officer, this blurry video isn’t enough. Someone might get dressed like Kallie. Kallie has said she wasn’t there. It has to be a setup. There’s a big crowd here today. Arresting her could destroy her reputation.”

“Mr. Nixon, I get where you’re coming from, but we have to go by what the evidence shows. We can’t just take her word for it without any proof,” the officer responded calmly.

Klein, joining the conversation, suggested, “Why don’t we check the security footage from the backyard to verify her whereabouts?”

Ewing turned to Kallie, his eyes searching hers. “Think back carefully. Where were you when Bria fell into the water?”

Kallie racked her brain, feeling the weight of Ewing’s expectant look. After a moment, she began to piece together her movements.

Kallie explained with her gestures that she was on her way to the back door to meet someone, but halfway there, she decided against it and came back.

Ewing immediately grasped who she intended to meet but chose not to press the issue. Instead, he requested that the footage from her described route be reviewed.

Unfortunately, they discovered that the camera covering that area was out of order.

Ewing furrowed his brow, a sense of unease washing over him. He suddenly realized his direct questioning might have been a mistake. The whole scenario had been meticulously set up. No matter where Kallie claimed she had been, the corresponding footage was inexplicably absent.

Kallie turned ghostly white, the realization of the trap dawning on her.

Just then, a sardonic voice from the crowd interjected, “That path leads to the lake. Could she have gone that way?”

“Most likely. It’s seldom traveled.”

The police officers turned their gaze toward Kallie. “Miss, can anyone corroborate that you were at the back door?”

Kallie shook her head, her expression somber. At that time, no one else was with her. Plus, she turned back halfway and did not see the person I once intended to meet.

The officer exhaled deeply and motioned toward her. “Please, come with us.”

As the police led Kallie away, Ewing reached out and grasped her wrist.

“This is on me.” Regret painted Ewing’s features. “I vowed to keep you safe, yet here we are. It’s evident someone from the Nixon family orchestrated this.”

Kallie shook her head, absolving Ewing of guilt. The true blame rested with the architect of this nefarious plot, and with herself for not being more vigilant.

“You just need proof that Kallie was at the back door when it happened, right?” As the tension simmered, a voice suddenly echoed through the corridor.

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