Reborn with Nothing but My Farm and Vengeance in the Apocalypse novel Chapter 306

Chapter 306: Chapter 306

Melody Summers extracted the key information from Ivan Warren’s incoherent excuses.

She turned to Maisie Lynch in surprise and blurted out, "You two aren’t married?!"

Maisie Lynch had dropped out of college to be with Ivan Warren, and it had been several years. And they still weren’t legally married?

Yesterday in the stairwell, Maisie Lynch had acted like the rightful wife, but it turned out she and Ivan Warren weren’t legally a couple at all?

Melody Summers truly couldn’t understand it now...

Meanwhile, Maisie Lynch remained sprawled on the floor, silently listening to Ivan Warren’s repeated accusations, her face a ghastly mix of pale and ashen.

But what made Maisie Lynch feel worse than Ivan Warren’s accusations and abandonment was Melody Summers’s gaze.

Maisie Lynch felt as if she had been stripped naked and thrown onto the street, publicly executed while completely exposed.

Her dignity, her pride—they were like a mirror violently shattered on the ground, its broken pieces scattering everywhere, each one reflecting a wretched version of herself, each shard a mockery and a taunt.

Maisie Lynch couldn’t take it anymore. She covered her face and began to sob.

Listening to Maisie Lynch’s sobs, the others present all had mixed expressions. Ivan Warren’s earlier accusations had left everyone else speechless.

They were all seasoned schemers, yet Ivan Warren was trying to play the innocent victim.

Anyone with eyes could see that there was no way Ivan Warren was uninvolved. Only a fool like Maisie Lynch would take all the blame on herself.

But not only was Ivan Warren ungrateful, he was treating Maisie Lynch like this. It was truly a pathetic sight.

Officer Sean Pierce was, after all, a veteran officer with decades of experience; he’d seen this kind of scene countless times.

Many couples who were all lovey-dovey in their daily lives would, the moment they entered a police station, throw their partners under the bus faster than anyone to save their own skin.

So, Sean Pierce cleared his throat, his expression serious as he said to Ivan Warren, "Alright, stop treating the police like fools. You’re not getting out of this without blame either! If you cause any more trouble, we’ll open a separate case file just for you!"

Hearing this, Ivan Warren immediately hung his head and shrank back like a quail, not daring to make another peep.

Then, Officer Sean Pierce turned to Maisie Lynch and said, "There’s only one path forward for you now. Apologize to the victim you harmed. Do your best to obtain her forgiveness and get a more lenient sentence."

Maisie Lynch was stunned for a long moment. Then, she silently wiped her tears, lowered her head, and said in a small voice, "I... I don’t have any money... I can’t pay compensation..."

Officer Sean Pierce replied, "If the victim is willing to forgive you, the financial compensation might be waived."

Hearing that there might be no need to pay, Ivan Warren was overjoyed. He quickly urged Maisie Lynch, "Apologize! Maisie, hurry up and apologize to Melody Summers! You and Melody were roommates. Beg her! Beg her to be merciful and let you off the hook!"

Maisie Lynch fell silent for a long time.

’It’s already come to this,’ she thought. ’How could Melody Summers possibly forgive me?’

’Melody Summers must wish I were dead right now!’

’What’s the use of bowing my head and begging her for mercy? It would just be letting her trample all over my pride...’

Seeing Maisie Lynch sitting motionless on the ground, Ivan Warren grew anxious. He shouted at her again, "Maisie, what kind of tantrum are you throwing now? Let me tell you, I don’t have any money either, and I’m not paying for you! If Melody Summers doesn’t forgive you, you’ll be out sleeping on the streets!"

Hearing Ivan Warren’s urging, Maisie Lynch closed her eyes. As if resigning herself to her fate, she slowly climbed to her feet.

She walked over to Melody Summers, lowered her head, and said, "I’m sorry. It’s all my fault. I know I was wrong... Can you forgive me..."

Melody Summers was noncommittal, simply asking in return, "Were you wrong? What were you wrong about?"

At her words, Maisie Lynch’s face flushed beet red, her eyes filled with humiliation.

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