The Enticing CEO’s Chosen Bride novel Chapter 1671

Chapter 1671

Grace's knees buckled as she crumbled to the ground in shock. Cole shuffled out, appearing worn and aged in just a few days. His hair was almost completely gray.

"Damon, was it this woman who killed Wendy?" Cole asked, his eyes filled with despair.

Damon looked up at Cole, his face expressionless. "No, she died at the hands of the mob."

Chloe bit her lip, looking on silently..

Cole stared at Damon for a long moment before he burst into bitter laughter. "She just admitted it and you're still defending her? My daughter was a kidnapper, but she's a murderer!"

Damon smirked, and his voice was laced with sarcasm. ‘Feel free to tell the media and see if they believe you."

Cole's face contorted with anger and frustration as he realized the harsh truth. He had no evidence. Without proof, no one would believe that Chloe had killed Wendy. Especially since Wendy had kidnapped Yasmine, a fact witnessed by many in the city center.

In the face of these undeniable truths, anyone who heard that Chloe had killed Wendy would probably applaud her for it. The area where it happened was a notorious crime zone, after all. Even if she had killed someone there, what could they do? Without evidence, the law couldn't touch her.

Damon was banking on this.

Cole took a deep breath. His disappointment in Wendy was evident, but she was still his daughter, his little girl.

The thought of her death was unbearable.

“What about Wendy?" Cole asked, as his voice choked up with sorrow. "Even if she did...didn't you bring her back...for old times’ sake?"

Damon stood unmoved. "Any affection I had for her was used up long ago. I didn't have the energy to bring back a burden from that place.

"Damon!" Presley, who had been silent till now, finally exploded. "Have you lost your humanity? Look at the woman you've chosen! She's a murderer!"

"Enough!" Damon's voice was ice-cold.

"No one here has the right to judge her. Perhaps only you could remain indifferent upon hearing of your own son's death."

At these words, Presley swayed, his face turning deathly pale. “You...what are you saying?"

Damon's gaze was icy, devoid of any warmth. "I Know what kind of woman she is. You don't need to interfere. If you don't understand her, keep your mouth shut."

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