Her Rebirth of Retribution novel Chapter 435

This time, Francine didn't hold back and quickly said, “I told her that her family would marry her off to that man if she didn't take her own life. That man had already beaten two of his wives to death. So, you see...”

Tears streamed down Francine's face as she continued, “I told her that living like this is worse than death itself. If she were to die, her family would inherit a fortune, and she would be free from this miserable life. If she doesn't choose death, she's bound to end up with that old man!”

“Why did you relay a message for Fielding, then?”

Upon hearing the mention of Fielding, Francine was so infuriated that she was practically seething with anger.

“He's the one who led me astray! He told me that the girl was an easy target! He promised me a million if I could just push her over the edge! It was a million for just a few words! I couldn't resist the temptation! I've never seen so much money in my entire life...”

As Francine continued rambling on, Fielding's expression grew increasingly grim. Maisie's face had long since lost all color. Even though Kallum had used illicit means to force out the truth, at this moment, no one was blaming him. Everyone stepped back, clearing a circular space. Fielding and Maisie were sitting on the ground, unsure of what to do next.

Having clarified the facts, Kallum lost interest in dealing with them. The unfortunate girl was already dead, so what awaited them was merely the harshest condemnation from both the law and morality.

With a casual wave of his hand, he ordered for the evidence to be delivered to the police station.

The wrongdoers were severely punished, and the crowd gradually laid down their arms. Having made all the fuss only to realize that they had been used as pawns, they felt utterly frustrated.

Someone stirred the pot again, saying, “We're only half an hour away from six o'clock. The three-day agreement is almost upon us, but we still haven't seen Calista. She hasn't run off, has she?”

Kallum glanced at the person and said, “What's the rush? We still have half an hour.”

His voice sounded indifferent, yet it inexplicably sent a chill down the spines of those who heard him.

With just one sentence from him, no one else dared to speak again.

The horizon was gradually starting to lighten, and the winter dawn was bitterly cold. During the previous emotional upheaval, the chill hadn't registered. But now, the final half hour seemed to stretch on endlessly.

“What a lively scene!”

A group of people slowly approached. With a surge of energy, Kallum turned toward them and said in greeting, “Mr. President.”

The public was in an uproar. It's the President! The President has actually come in person!

“Kallum, have you taken care of everything?”