Chapter 5: Taken To The Police Station.

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A figure dressed in a white lace-trimmed blouse and a plaid knee-length skirt swiftly walked in through the police station's entrance. With her 5'6" frame, this minimalist yet stylish outfit she wore gave an impression of elegance and charm. Yet, her otherwise perfect face showed little emotion. At first glance, she seemed cold, and beneath that coldness lay a hint of anxiety. "Oh, hi, Ms. Lyson," two male officers greeted the aloof beauty eagerly. "Where's my daughter?" Monica looked at the two officers, asking urgently. "Ms. Lyson, please don't worry. Your daughter is safe and unharmed," Quinn said, walking over from the interrogation room slowly. "Officer Zorn, please, take me to my daughter now." Monica looked at Quinn, speaking quickly. Seeing Monica's faintly anxious expression, Quinn nodded. "Your daughter's in the lounge. Please follow me." The sound of footsteps echoed down the hallway. In the interrogation room, Ethan sat in his chair, listening to the sounds outside. Gradually, his emotions settled. Having weathered countless storms, he had experienced too much joy and sorrow. His heart rarely stirred anymore, and if it did, it was only fleeting. Knowing Monica was safe, he could wait a little longer to see her. In the lounge, when Monica finally saw her daughter, she abandoned her usual composure, rushing forward and pulling her daughter into a tight embrace, refusing to let go. For her, Juliet was everything—her life and her only reason to keep going in this world. Silent tears slipped from her eyes. No matter how strong she appeared in front of others, she was, after all, just a woman—a single mother. Behind Monica, a long-haired woman in her twenties, dressed in a denim jacket, had silently followed her since they entered the station, almost like she wasn't there at all. "Monica, Juliet must be tired. Let's take her home to rest," the long-haired woman finally said after a long silence. Monica quickly wiped the tears from her face and stood up. "Mom, and that man…" Juliet looked up at her mother, her young voice tinged with innocence. Hearing her daughter's words, Monica lowered her gaze. "I want the uncle who saved me to come home with us," Juliet said, looking at her mother with big, hopeful eyes. Monica smiled. Though she still didn't know the whole story, she could already guess what had happened from her daughter's words. Although she usually kept a straight face, her smile was breathtakingly beautiful. "Anya, could you look after Juliet for a moment?" Monica asked the long-haired woman. Anya nodded, taking Juliet's hand. "Officer Zorn, what exactly happened? Did someone else save Juliet before you arrived?" Monica asked Quinn politely as she stepped out of the lounge. Quinn was reluctant to answer but still nodded in response. "Where is he now? I'd like to meet him to thank him personally," Monica said. Quinn hesitated. To be honest, she felt a strange fear of the man named Ethan. She couldn't explain it, but something about him was unsettling—like a wild beast that could strike at any moment. "Is there an issue, Officer Zorn?" Noticing Quinn's hesitation, Monica asked again. "Not at all, Ms. Lyson. Please, follow me." Forcing a smile, Quinn eventually led Monica toward the interrogation room. When they reached the door, Monica stopped and looked at Quinn, puzzled. "Officer Zorn, if he saved my daughter, why are you interrogating him? Did he do something wrong?" "Ms. Lyson, he severely injured nine of the kidnappers while rescuing your daughter. Also, there are gaps in his records—six years unaccounted for," Quinn explained. Monica's brows arched slightly. Curiosity piqued, she felt intrigued by the man who had saved her daughter. "If he saved my daughter, I'm certain he can't be a bad person. Please let me in to see him," Monica said calmly. Quinn hesitated for a moment before nodding and opening the door to the interrogation room. With Quinn by her side, Monica entered the room, only to stop in her tracks, stunned. Ethan sat there, smiling calmly as he looked at her. Monica's face had haunted his dreams countless times in the dead of the night. During the starry realm's brutal battles, it was his longing for this woman that had given him the strength to keep going. Now, Ethan finally came face-to-face with the woman who had captivated his heart. Yet, seeing her again, he noticed that the once-youthful girl had changed. She was no longer that carefree young woman, but rather carried an icy elegance, much like the cold demeanor of that Celestial Maiden he'd once encountered. The memory of the Celestial Maiden sent a shiver down his spine. Once, in the Celestial Lake, he had accidentally stumbled upon her bathing, and from that moment, she had pursued him relentlessly. He had evaded her for five hundred years, only to be chased just as long. Monica stood frozen, her eyes locked on Ethan, as conflicted emotions flashed across her face. The room fell into a deathly silence. Quinn, standing by the door, looked at Monica's strange expression, and then at Ethan's gentle smile. She was confused. Instinct told her that these two knew each other, perhaps intimately. But she couldn't fathom how this ordinary-looking man was connected to Monica, Yorkey's most renowned talent and beauty. "Monica," Ethan called softly. The sound of her name snapped her out of her daze. Her expression grew cold, and an icy glint appeared in her eyes. Seeing that familiar face again shocked her. Her slender frame swayed slightly, almost stumbling. Once, she had given up everything for this man, even defying her family. Once, she had left the prosperity of Yorkey for the harshness of Westford. But in the end? He vanished when she became pregnant. Later, her mother told her he'd taken money from her father and left her. Reality had slapped her hard, making her realize that giving her heart to someone didn't guarantee it would be cherished. Love, as it turned out, often couldn't withstand the tests of money and hardship. Remembering the hardships she had endured during her pregnancy and the sufferings she had been through while raising Juliet alone in Westford filled her with bitterness toward the man who abandoned her. "So, it was all true… You're really still alive." Monica let out a sad laugh as she looked at the ceiling with tears streaming down her face.

Chapter 5: Taken To The Police Station.

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