When Love Becomes a Cage (Melanie) novel Chapter 73

Kayla really seemed to be in a rough spot, looking all worn out and pale, with her spirit nowhere to be found and blood on her arms.

I had no clue how she got injured, but seeing her in such a sorry state, I bet even Clyde found it hard to turn her away.

I stepped back, silently giving them some space.

Clyde shot me a glance, then coldly offered, “I’ll have my driver take you to the hospital.”

“Clyde, please, I want you with me. I’m scared,” she whimpered, snuggling into Clyde's embrace with an ease that suggested they had been close like this before.

Tears streamed down Kayla's cheeks like there was no tomorrow, drawing looks from the crowd gathering around. Clyde finally caved.

“Melanie, I’ll go with her to the hospital,” he said.

I nodded, not wanting to make a scene.

Watching them leave, the young officer I had met before peeked out again.

“Ms. Crawford, you are... remarkably composed,” she remarked.

I just smiled and shook my head. What else could I do? I’ve gotten used to it over the years.

Seeing a familiar face, I quickly caught up with her.

“Officer, I have a feeling this wasn’t all Mack’s doing. There’s something fishy going on.”

I shared my suspicions again, but the officer seemed troubled.

“Ms. Crawford, the case is technically closed. The evidence we have forms a complete circle, and with Mack’s confession, it’s pretty much wrapped up. Unless he changes his story, it’s hard to reopen the investigation.”

“And it's unlikely that he could bear such a big crime alone.”

“But if you have any other evidence, you should bring it to us,” she added.

I shook my head, feeling a bit disheartened.

There are no coincidences in this world; most are the result of human action. But without access to Mack, I was stuck.

Instead of heading home, I went straight to Vinson. The Aspire World project couldn’t be delayed any further; I knew postponing it would cause significant losses.

When I arrived at Aspire World, Vinson was still in a meeting, so I waited in his office. It was a spartan space, nothing fancy, much like Vinson himself.

I found myself reminiscing about college days. Even when he pursued me, he never went for the grand gestures.

Instead of flowers, he’d bring bags full of snacks for my dorm mates, claiming it was to help me carry them up.

Daphne was definitely one of his biggest fans back then.

Even during finals, it was Vinson who’d prepare study materials and send them to our dorm electronically.