Unexpectedly, they met with the police again even though they did not want to.
However, the case had to be handled no matter what.
“The truck driver is still in custody, and preliminary findings indicated that he was drunk driving,” said the policeman.
“Drunk driving?” Matthew asked with a piercing look in his eyes. “With the strict law enforcement in D City, who would dare to drive under the influence at night? How old is the driver? Does he have any criminal records? How on earth did he crash into Dylan’s car?”
Since this policeman was somewhat acquainted with Matthew, he replied frankly, “Mr. Tyson, are you suspecting foul intent from the truck driver?”
Matthew twitched his fingers as he felt the sudden urge to smoke, but smoking was prohibited in the hospital.
Moreover, he rarely smoked in front of Clarissa.
Baffled by his speculation, Clarissa asked, “Are you saying the truck driver deliberately caused the accident? Was he trying to attack you or me?”
The answer was obvious. Anyone who wanted to ambush Matthew would have investigated his whereabouts beforehand.
The car was clearly meant for Clarissa that night.
Her face turned pale instantly as she was hit by the realization. “The last time I went to Ellie’s studio, I was almost hit by a falling vase. Could that have been a deliberate act as well?” she questioned.
Matthew’s gaze suddenly turned cold as he was not aware of that incident.
His suspicions would have cropped up sooner if he had known about this earlier.
He then asked a more pressing question, “When your employee Mandy was attacked that day, she was wearing your jacket, wasn’t she?”
Everyone was stunned by his revelation, and the policemen were immediately able to connect the dots together.
“Ms. Channing mentioned before that they said she wasn’t pretty enough. Perhaps they think Ms. Quigley is the prettier one?” one of the policemen commented.
Clarissa clenched Matthew’s hand firmly while her entire body turned cold. She trembled with fear as she felt terror creeping up from the soles of her feet.
If all these moves are really targeted at me, that means they are planning to kill me!
She didn’t dare to think any further, and Matthew immediately held her in his arms to comfort her.
“Clare, there’s nothing to be scared of. I’m here, alright?” He lowered his head to kiss her on the forehead.
The policemen decided to make a move so they could further investigate the matter. Mere speculation was not enough to prove that those actions were targeted at Clarissa.
“Clare, don’t be scared. I’ll take you home first, okay?” said Matthew.
It was unsafe to be outdoors right now if there were really people after her.
Clarissa knitted her brows into a tight frown, her eyes full of worry, confusion, and fear.
Despite that, she didn’t want to leave.
“If there are really people out to get me, then Dylan has taken a major blow for me. I can’t just hide at home knowing that he’s fighting for his life in the hospital. My conscience won’t be clear,” she insisted.
Matthew knew how feisty she could be, so he simply hugged her and let out a sigh. “Alright then. I’ll wait together with you,” he said.
“Okay,” she agreed.
After a long wait, the surgery finally came to an end, and the doctor announced that Dylan was no longer in critical condition. Clarissa was worn out by the long wait, and Matthew had to hold her to prevent her from collapsing.
She heaved a huge sigh of relief and said jokingly, “Your expensive car sure wasn’t a waste.”
He chuckled in response. “Yeah.”
Later on, the two of them returned to Zen Highlands, but Clarissa remained worried even after relaxing.
Who on earth is trying to hurt me?
How deep is this person’s hatred for me that he or she wants me dead?
This person must really abhor me!
Clarissa simply couldn’t understand why anyone would want to hurt her to this extent. She felt like there was a hidden danger constantly creeping up to her, and at her most vulnerable moment, it would suddenly appear and kill her.
Matthew was aware of how worried she was, so he held her close in his embrace and comforted her by saying, “Clare, we don’t know anything for sure yet, so try not to overthink. Perhaps those accidents are just mere coincidences, and we’re being overly suspicious. As of now, I can assure you that our home is the safest place to be. As long as I’m by your side, you don’t have anything to be afraid of. Come on, let’s go to bed now. It’s getting late. You always say that beauty sleep is important, right? If you don’t get enough sleep tonight, you’ll wake up looking unpleasant tomorrow morning.”
Clarissa brushed off his joke and replied in a serious manner, “I know, but I can’t help wondering who I’ve offended. How vicious is this enemy of mine that he or she wants me dead? Even if I have committed any heinous acts, this is not the right way to deal with me as the law will naturally take its course. This person must be a psychopathic murderer.”
“Clare, nothing has been proven yet. You should get some sleep instead of thinking about this,” Matthew interjected.
“But I… Hmm…” Clarissa was cut off abruptly by a kiss on her mouth.
Just as she was getting engrossed in the kiss, Matthew suddenly stopped and patted her on the back, then gently whispered, “It’s time to sleep now. I’ll be here.”
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