Chapter 1429: Chapter 1429: A Revenge Born of Love

Vera Ford could only stand with two police officers propping her up; her legs might really be broken.

Someone was holding an umbrella over them now, but their bodies were already soaked through. The cold cut to the bone, and it was as if she had lost all sensation. She grew a little dull, vaguely making out a pair of leather shoes.

"What’s your name?" Justin Kingston’s features were set with a hard chill, his voice low.

Vera’s head drooped, her breathing labored. She didn’t answer.

From his observations, Justin noticed that this woman hadn’t been beaten completely senseless; she should have heard what he’d just said.

"Mr. Kingston, her name is Vera Ford," one of the officers replied.

Justin fixed his gaze on Vera, his eyes glacial. "Is what they said true?"

Vera didn’t have the strength to lift her eyes to his face, but she saw his shoes, and from his voice she could feel his presence.

This must be Justin Kingston, right?

She knew she couldn’t get away. Killing a Jocelyn Morgan was equivalent to offending countless people.

She had once looked into Jocelyn Morgan’s background. Her brother was Finn Morgan, the CEO Kingston’s personal assistant at Kingston Group, and in private, Finn had a very good relationship with CEO Kingston and Mrs. Kingston...

Justin’s jaw tightened slightly, displaying a hint of impatience, yet exuding an innate arrogance and nobility.

Just when Justin thought Vera wouldn’t answer and that he wouldn’t be able to get anything out of her—

Vera suddenly smiled. "Yes." Her voice was still weak, but she admitted it distinctly.

A chill spread between Justin’s handsome brows as he stared at her coldly.

Held up by the two officers, Vera used all her strength to raise her head. The man’s exquisitely sculpted, austere features shifted from blurred to clear before her eyes.

Justin was startled by her swollen, beaten face. Blood hung at the corner of her mouth; bruised and battered, it was impossible to tell what she had originally looked like.

"It’s true." Vera wanted to smile in triumph, but the movement tugged painfully at the corners of her lips. "Because I hate her." Her mouth was injured, she’d lost two teeth, and even her words came out indistinct.

At the thought of Jocelyn, she still hated her so much she gnashed her teeth. "If it weren’t for her, the one by Ian Shelby’s side would be me..."

She was still unwilling to accept it.

So this was revenge driven by jealousy and love?

Justin found this woman utterly unreasonable, no different from Monica Usher back then! He loathed her.

Something flickered in his deep eyes. He waved to the officers. "Take her away and handle it strictly by the book. Let her face the law’s punishment."

"Yes, Mr. Kingston!"

The moment Vera was put into the police car, she understood her fate. A life for a life. Her heart went icy cold in an instant, as dead as ashes.

Jocelyn Morgan was dead, and Vera Ford still hadn’t won.

Not far away, Mia Lane crouched in front of Ian Shelby, holding a big black umbrella to shelter him from the wind and rain.

His clothes were already soaked through, his wet hair plastered to his face, rainwater mixing with tears as it streamed down.

Despair was written plainly on Ian Shelby’s face. His fists were swollen from punching, the skin broken, fresh blood seeping out.

Seeing this detail, Mia’s grief deepened on top of itself.

At this moment, any words of comfort were pale and powerless. Everyone was equally heartbroken, so she simply fell silent.

The air in the ancient town today felt as if it could corrode a person’s soul.

The downpour seemed endless... like the sorrowful tears of heaven itself.

Slowly, all frantic images faded from their minds, leaving only emptiness. Each of them stood like a statue, with nothing left but endless sorrow.

Although they hadn’t found a body, everyone vaguely understood that the chances of Jocelyn Morgan surviving were very slim.

Drowning took only a matter of minutes.

Finn Morgan stood at the riverside rail, holding a large black umbrella. His empty gaze rested on the river’s surface, his eyes already out of focus.

He was thinking, in that second when his sister had been pushed into the river, in that second when she struggled on the brink of death, just how helpless and agonizing it must have been...

Team after team of salvage workers toiled in the rain... but in Finn’s eyes, they all seemed unreal.

Images of Jocelyn’s sweet, dimpled smile flashed through his mind. At his ear, it was as if her silver-bell laughter was ringing again...

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