Exposing the Charade of Deep Affection (PDF) novel Chapter 337

Chapter 337 The Hinton Family Was Not Short of Money. 

“It wasn’t him!” I spoke up, not wanting to explain to Alexander what had happened after they left River City. I added, “I knew about this before. The police station also found problems. They said it wouldn’t come out, but it suddenly did today. It seems someone was deliberately waiting here. If something happens to Walter, I can’t avoid it either.” 

At this point, Alexander didn’t make any more sarcastic remarks. After a brief silence, he said, “The trouble is, the police can’t find the real suspect. There’s no evidence, yet everything points to Walter. The public opinion stirred up by this is not to be underestimated.” 

I pursed my lips, we had thought of this matter some days ago. 

The concern now was how to proceed. The very idea of letting an innocent person prove their innocence was absurd. 

Unable to come up with a solution, I couldn’t sit still in the office. The sky in River City was gloomy, I wasn’t sure if it was due to the possibility of snow, but it was so oppressive that it made people particularly irritable. 

Before I even finished work, I grabbed my bag and went downstairs. 

Just as I reached the ground floor, I was suddenly surrounded. Before I could react, my forehead was violently struck by a cold object. Immediately after, a sticky sensation followed, accompanied by a foul smell. 

“Murderer, making blood money, heartless creature!” A barrage of angry curses came from the front. 

I stared blankly at the group of people who were still throwing dirty 

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things at me, my mind somewhat blank. What had happened? 

The security in the company arrived in time, but after all, there was no prior preparation, and for a moment, I was actually surrounded, with endless curses attacking me. 

I instinctively held my head, wanting to run away. Unknown fear spread out. I was pushed and fell to the ground, my hand was stepped on. The pain and fear were almost instantaneous. 

“Move!” I heard a familiar voice in the chaotic crowd. Within a few seconds, I was pulled up and a familiar voice came to my ear, “Tabatha, are you okay?” 

I shook my head, clearly seeing the person who came, it was Walter. 

The surrounding jeers continued, only they were still kept at a distance. by people. 

Seeing my bewildered look, Walter half-lifted me up and helped me into the car. 

In the car, I had been silent for a long time, Walter was wiping the dirt off my face and body with a tissue. 

The car drove straight to Water Villa. It was just a few minutes’ drive, and I had already come back to my senses. 

After taking a bath in the bedroom and changing into clean clothes, there was a knock on the door from outside the bedroom, followed by Walter’s voice, “May I come in?” 

“Come in!” I spoke, my voice somewhat hoarse. 

The bedroom door was pushed open, Walter had already changed into a new set of clothes, a black suit, his figure straight and slender. As he entered the bedroom, his gaze fell on me, a hint of guilt on his 

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handsome face, “I’m sorry, I’ve involved you in this.” 

He was talking about what just happened. 

I pursed my lips, having long realized why I was suddenly attacked. Jacob was killed, Gianna was imprisoned and humiliated, Ashley was persecuted in prison. These people, all of whom had once hurt me, were all related to Walter. Human nature is to bully the weak and fear the strong. 

The police had no evidence to convict Walter. The Hinton family was wealthy and influential, monopolizing River City for many years. No one dared to make a scene outside the Hinton Group, yet everyone wanted to be a crusader for justice. Therefore, they chose the path of least resistance, and that path led to me. 

A slight chill and a bit of sting came from the back of my hand. I lowered my gaze and saw that Walter had already taken the first aid kit to treat my wound. 

When I wanted to withdraw my hand, he held it, “Don’t move, it’s cold outside, this wound will easily scar if left untreated for too long.” 

Watching his cautious movements, I felt somewhat dazed, my voice hoarse as I asked, “Are things okay on your end?”