Chapter 889

Chapter 889:

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Indeed, he continued: -Officer, I think she might need to be hospitalized. My ex-wife has a history of depression and mental illness. "She was treated for it abroad for a long time."

Despite his compassionate tone, his eyes shone with cruelty as he silently threatened Elin, promising her destruction.

A wave of fear washed over Elin and overwhelmed her. He felt as if he had fallen into a dark abyss, the malevolent image of Dayton seared deep into his psyche. His resolve faltered and he considered using the knife.

Dayton watched her reaction and his smile widened as he teased her even more, hoping to provoke an outburst.

The knife in Elin's hand fell to the ground. Tears streamed down her face as Elin raised her hands toward the agent. «Sir, my ex-husband has a history of domestic violence. He had a restraining order against him abroad. He came here to intimidate me. I grabbed the knife in self-defense. Thank you for arriving when you did..."

Although she cried piteously, Elin's account was coherent and based on facts.

He clearly conveyed the essential details to the police officers.

Dayton's expression turned stormy. He hadn't anticipated Elin's new assertiveness.

The manipulative tactics that had previously worked abroad were now failing him completely. In a fit of anger, he cursed under his breath, “How dare you play with me?”

Elin screamed in terror: “Help!”

He collapsed to the ground, clutching his head, muttering, “Don't hit me. Don't hit me…” His behavior was a clear indicator of his prolonged suffering.

Dayton's fury increased. He lunged forward, grabbed Elin by the throat, and growled, "You're courting death!"

Despite his threats, Elin replied with unexpected bravado in a low voice: “That's all you are, Dayton. Let's see who will destroy who.

Dayton, losing all control, began to strangle Elin, an act he had already repeated many times.

However, this time Elin was not so terrified. He was on the soil of Ambrosia, a place governed by strict laws. "Dayton, feel the rule of law in Ambrosia," he managed to say hoarsely.

Before Dayton could respond, police intervened and restrained him.

As Dayton was subdued on the ground, his curses and threats only served to support Elin's claims, clearly painting him as the aggressor.

While Dayton was escorted to a patrol car, Elin accompanied the police to continue assisting in the investigation.

At the police station, an officer took Elin's statement and then said: "We have to take you to the hospital to be examined. Do you have a family member or friend you want us to inform?

Elin shook her head. I preferred to keep this ordeal private and not bother anyone else.

At this moment, a familiar voice echoed from the entrance. "Hello, I'm looking for Elin."

Startled, Elin turned to see who it was. A tall man walked in, his eyes immediately finding hers. Recognizing her, Erick quickly approached and put his jacket over her shoulders.

Heat enveloped her, but failed to wake Elin from her daze.

Erick looked at Elin, her face inscrutable, a visible chill tinged with inner conflict. He told the uniformed officer: "She's my sister. "I come to accompany her to the recognition."

After completing the necessary paperwork, Erick extended his hand to Elin.

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