Chapter 516

Chapter 516:

His gaze bore into Eric, voice trembling with fury. “Did you hit her? You actually did that? How could you?”

Hadley—the one person he cherished deeply, someone he’d never even raised his voice at despite everything she’d put him through.

Blood stained Eric’s fingers as he wiped his mouth.

Confrontationally, Eric grabbed Denver’s collar, retorting, “Had you not interfered constantly, would we ever be in this mess?”

Denver stared, momentarily speechless, but then laughed bitterly. “Ha… hahaha.”

The laughter vanished abruptly, replaced by eyes burning red. “Tell me, Eric—is your real issue mistrusting Hadley, or is it yourself you can’t trust?”

What was Denver implying?

Denver’s expression darkened. “She slipped on the snow and hit her head last night, knocking herself out, and I took her straight to the hospital. I stayed beside her until dawn. Call them yourself if you think I’m lying!”

Denver’s voice resonated with accusation. “If you treat her like shit, what’s the point in fighting me? If you can’t care for her properly,…”

“Then let me do it instead!”

“Dream on!”

Eric loosened his hold, shoving Denver away.

A cold smirk crossed his lips. “She belonged to me first. She belongs to me now. And guess what? She’ll always belong to me.” He turned and walked away with determination.

“Eric, you heartless bastard! What sort of person acts this way?”

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Once they were in the car, Phillips’ phone rang again, causing his expression to darken. “Alright, I understand.”

He turned to Eric, his face etched with concern.

Impatient, Eric asked, “What is it?”

“Right!” Phillips stammered, gathering courage. “They located the taxi driver. Turns out… he recently got released from prison.”

Released from prison? A former convict?

A wave of frustration washed over Eric.

His eyes narrowed dangerously. “What was he convicted for?”

“Sexual assault.”

Phillips swallowed hard as a chilling aura enveloped him, emanating from Eric.

Eric remained silent, his frustration evident as he rhythmically tapped his chin.

Then he suddenly asked, “Where is he now?”

“His shift ended, and he had returned the taxi. They’re still tracking him.”

“Then get moving!”

“Yes, sir!”

With an aggravated sigh, Eric massaged his temples, the veins bulging visibly as dread and fury mixed inside him. “Phillips, get the police on this.”

But Phillips hesitated, then admitted, “Mr. Flynn, the police might not accept the case.”

A menacing look crossed Eric’s eyes. “Am I supposed to do your job?”

“Now? Seems I’ve made things far too easy for you.”

“No, sir!”

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