Chapter 885:
“This many people have assembled?” she gasped.
Myron extended his tablet toward Millie, showing that an enormous crowd had indeed converged upon the location. He had also brought a vehicle filled with bodyguards to guarantee their protection, though they posed as administrative assistants to curious onlookers.
At the precinct, certain family members instantly identified Millie, while others remained completely unaware of her identity; regardless, everyone appeared utterly shaken and drained of color. Anyone entangled in this chaotic predicament would experience crushing anxiety. The majority of participants were only teenagers. Should authorities mismanage their cases, incarceration posed a genuine possibility, and criminal records would devastate their future education and career prospects.
Millie advanced toward the building’s entrance, and after officials discovered their identities and understood their reasons for appearing, officers escorted her away to discuss particular aspects of the incident. Millie demonstrated complete cooperation throughout the questioning and told them everything she knew.
When she finally emerged from the interrogation room, she peered through the transparent partition and saw numerous individuals weeping uncontrollably—some writhing in physical agony, others trembling with terror, many consumed by profound remorse, and countless more displaying various forms of distress. Several people bore visible wounds, and reports indicated that multiple severely injured participants had been rushed to medical facilities for urgent care.
Millie watched these suffering people alongside their distraught family members and released a deep, weary breath. She could only provide assistance wherever her capabilities allowed.
“We’re eternally grateful, truly grateful,” whispered an elderly woman while dabbing away her tears. “Their parents couldn’t make it here, leaving only me to handle everything…”
The commotion persisted throughout the facility, while across digital platforms, endless streams of people debated the violent incident. Journalists also gathered in the vicinity, desperately seeking exclusive firsthand accounts. However, since this was police headquarters, they restrained themselves from excessive boldness. They lingered at the perimeter like vultures, studying each face that emerged from or disappeared into the building, capturing photographs from a distance to avoid official interference.
𝗟𝗶𝗻𝗲 𝗼𝗿𝗶𝗴𝗶𝗻 𝗶𝗻 𝗴𝖺𝗅𝗇𝗈ν𝖊𝗅𝘀⩸𝖼𝗈𝗆
Within the sterile hospital corridors, Derek, Norma, and Babette had absorbed the grim details of Brandon’s psychological state from the doctor. The trio had weighed the necessity of bringing a psychiatrist into Brandon’s recovery process.
Eugene’s phone vibrated in his palm at that moment, cutting through their heavy conversation. He lifted it to his ear, bracing for whatever fresh developments awaited.
“I need to escort my grandparents back to their residence first,” Babette announced, her words carrying a subtle weight. “Find me once you’ve finished here, Eugene. There’s something important I need to discuss with you.”
Eugene acknowledged her request with a solemn nod of understanding. Derek, Norma, and Babette departed together, leaving him to navigate the sterile corridors toward Vivian’s room. The moment he pushed through the door, Vivian’s hands flew to conceal her phone behind her back.
Eugene’s patience had reached its limit; he lunged forward and wrestled the device from her grip.
“What’s wrong with you? Return my phone immediately!” Vivian’s voice cracked with indignation.
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