Helen’s POV:
Now that I was in the car, I gradually calmed down.I turned my gaze towards George.
He was sitting beside me, wearing a straight face.
"What are you doing here?" I asked.
He was like Superman coming to my rescue just now.He was still supposed to be abroad.
Even if he came back in advance, he should’ve gone back to New York.But in a surprising turn of
events, he showed up in Philly.
When I really needed help, he swooped in and saved the day.
"Hmm."
George had never been this quiet before.No matter what I asked him, he wouldn’t answer me.It
appeared that he was still in a bad mood.It was hard to figure out what he was thinking.
But, I did find his silence a little odd.
Pretty soon, the police car took us to the police station.
From a distance, I noticed dozens of people standing in front of their gates.
They were probably Breck’s men who came to support him.
Breck grinned devilishly.
"Nobody would dare lay a finger on me in Philly! Helen, you really disappointed me."
He reached his hand out to my face, intending to grab it.
"Fuck off, you piece of shit! Don’t touch her!"
George grabbed Breck’s wrist and stared daggers at him.
The latter immediately bellowed in pain.
"Who the hell do you think you are? I won’t forgive you, punk! You all saw it, right? He attacked me
first!"
Breck covered his wrist, complaining to the police in front of him.
"Yes, Mr.Collins.We’ll be in the police station in minutes.Don’t worry.We’ll give you the justice you
deserve," the policeman said to Breck respectfully.
For some reason, the way they interacted made me feel uneasy.
Judging from the policeman’s attitude towards Breck, I could tell that this bastard was more powerful
than I’d imagined.
Somehow, it made me nervous.
When I talked to Anya this morning, I never expected something like this to happen, let alone gat
George into trouble.
Even though he had made great achievements in his career, he had been abroad for many years, so
he probably didn’t know much about the situation at home, let alone the forces slithering in the dark in
Philly, George was a proud man.I was worried that he might do something reckless again when
provoked.
A wise man wouldn’t fight when the odds were stacked against him.
While we were getting out of the police car, I whispered to him, "Don’t say anything about your
involvement in this incident.Just pin the blame on me.This matter has nothing to do with you, after all."
I didn’t want to get him involved, and I sure as hell wouldn’t stand by and watch him go to jail because
of him.
Upon hearing my words, George stopped in his tracks to look at me in disbelief.
"Do you think I’m a coward?"
The way he spoke left me stunned for a few seconds.
"You’re a prominent man, George.If you get involved in a lawsuit, it could have a negative effect on
Zhester Technology! You’ve got nothing to do with this incident.You’re only here because you were
trying to help me."
George scoffed and entered the police station before me.
It seemed as though his mood had turned even worse.
He completely ignored my suggestion.
When the police asked about his personal information, he answered all of it honestly But when the
police asked questions relating to the incident back in the cafe, he told them, "I have the right to remain
silent.I will not say anything until my lawyer arrives."
The policeman kept looking between George and the form of his information.
Upon checking George’s full name again, he appeared to be worried.
Perhaps he had heard about Zhester Technology or George Affleck.
Once the police interrogated me, I didn’t hide anything.I told them the entire story.I didn’t tell them too
much details about how George hit Breck, and simply emphasized on the fact that Breck assaulted me.
Just then, Breck, who was sitting at a different table, stood up, pointed at his wound, and growled, "Do
not slander me, woman! I’m the one who got injured.Many people witnessed him hitting me! How dare
he hit me like some common thug? Mark my words: I will not let any of you go!"
The wounds on his face were still bleeding, George must’ve hit Breck with all his might, and as a result,
the latter’s face was beaten and battered.I noticed that the police were trying to protect him.
For that reason, George and I were at a disadvantage in this case.
Thus, I decided to stop talking.I had told them my side of the story.
The only thing I had to do now was to resign myself to fate.
After the interrogation, we were taken to a small room and got locked up.
George sat down in one of the chairs.
Even the manner in which he sat had an air of nobility and pride.He wasn’t supposed to be here.
It was all my fault.
Fooling guilty, I whispered to him, "Where’s your lawyer?"
"He’s in New York.He won’t be able to make it here right away," George answered unhurriedly.
He sounded as calm as over.Pn the other hand, was panicking already.
Even though I was the victim, the odds were stacked against me.
Based on how Brock acted earlier, he definitely wouldn’t let us go.
If we were to settle this case out of court, with Breck’s power and influence, George and I might not be
able to leave Philly alive.
And if we were to follow procedures and wound identification, Breck could manipulate the results and
turn the tables.
And once that happened, George would be sentenced to prison for assault.
If George were to be involved in a criminal case, things could get really bad for Zhester Technology.
This was a dead end! All of this shit happened because of me.
I looked at George with tears streaming down my cheeks, feeling remorseful because of what
happened.
While awkwardly wiping the tears on my face, I felt uncharacteristically dejected.
"I’m so sorry, George."
He stood up, approached me, put his palm on top of my head, and stroked my hair.
"There’s no need to be afraid.I’m here with you."
Hearing him speak like that gave me an indescribably sense of security.I somehow felt like everything
was really going to be fine.I looked down, bit my lower lip, and clammed up.I didn’t want him to see me
this dismal.
George heaved a sigh, withdrew his hand, borrowed a phone from someone, and walked to a corner to
make a call.
His voice was faint, but I could vaguely hear him saying, "Mr.Miller, it’s George.I’m in Philly right
now.Yes, the police station.Got it.Thank you."
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