Resent, Reject, Regret

Chapter 679 Maeve Changed Her Tune

"But she’s the mastermind behind my abduction! She’s a murderer and a criminal suspect! Why did you people let her go!?"

Deirdre clenched her fists tightly and felt a dizzy spell overcoming her.She had hoped that everything was finally coming to an end! The police officers exchanged glances.

"We've found no evidence of a crime after investigating Charli McKinsey."

"No, that’s impossible!"

Deirdre shouted hotly.

"I heard her voice! She was talking to me! We talked! She abducted me!"

"Miss McKinnon, your sight is compromised.We can’t just say who did it based on what you, and you alone, heard."

"But Maeve O’ Keefe was a witness too! She can corroborate with my testimony and prove that Charli is not innocent!"

"And this is what we’re here to inform you, Miss McKinnon.Maeve O’Keefe came to the police yesterday and admitted to fabricating her account.She had admitted to harboring some hatred toward Charli McKinsey and so created wrongful accusations against the latter.She was duly punished for her misdemeanor and was only released this morning."

Deirdre felt a deafening buzz in her brain.It knocked her off her feet, and she fell on her back.

happen? How could Maeve change her tune just like that? Why!? Glenna, who had accompanied her, was frowning

Are you

her best to maintain composure and

must see her! I need to

apologies, Miss McKinnon, but since Mrs.O’Keefe’s charged with slander, and you’re the one who will benefit the most from her fabrication, we need to practice

clambered out of the police station, her mind as staggered as her footsteps.She breathed as hard as she could but found

such a drastic, unnatural length of time! It was as if someone was behind it, and if there was something she had to know, it was the

young woman answered immediately as she studied Deirdre

me your phone

right? Besides, even if she did not, Deirdre doubted the older woman would answer

"Right! H-Here you go!"

phone over to Deirdre

damn! My brain’s all fried...Mine is a touchscreen smartphone, so you can’t type the number yourself! Let me

the number from memory, and

moments later, the call

was

"Hello.Who's this?"

took a

"It’s me, Mrs.O'Keefe."