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.

could Maeve change her tune just like that? Why!? Glenna,

Are you

maintain composure and shook her

her! I need

most from her fabrication, we need to practice caution and isolate the two of you.We can’t give you her

the police station, her mind as staggered as her footsteps.She breathed as hard as she could but found the air so frigid and hostile that it

changed beyond recognition—and over 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

young woman answered immediately as she studied Deirdre with

phone for

Besides, even if she did not, Deirdre doubted the older

"Right! H-Here you go!"

over to Deirdre before

touchscreen smartphone, so you can’t type the number yourself!

recited the number from memory, and Glenna

moments later,

was fraught with

"Hello.Who's this?"

took a deep

"It’s me, Mrs.O'Keefe."