Resent, Reject, Regret by Aqua Summers

Chapter 819

Chapter 819 Questioning the Police

Everyone fell silent as Brendan scanned around the crowd with an oppressive gaze.

The man who shouted just now did not make any noise anymore. Brendan glanced at Sam, and the latter nodded

before leaving the crowd.

Seizing the chance, a reporter asked, "Mr. Brighthall, you said the whole incident is pure slander, but why did we all

see you leaving the grocery store with Charlene this morning? Could it be fake? There is no way that someone

would fake a picture like that, right?" "If it isn't real, then who has the guts to defame the CEO of the Brighthall

Group? Are they not worried about being sent to prison?" "Charlene had hit and killed someone. She should be

serving her sentence in prison, but now she has appeared in front of everyone as if nothing has happened. All of us

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saw it with our own eyes. Do you think it's still fake?" "Mr. Brighthall, is it because the Brighthall Group is so powerful

in Neven that you think you can disregard the law or abuse the law to get your ex- wife out of prison? Have you

ever thought about the feelings of the victim's family? If your ex-wife does the same thing and continues to hurt

other people, will she be exempted from her crime as well without having to pay any price?" "Never twice without

three times. The fact that your ex-wife can injure a pedestrian today means that she may injure one of us here in

the future when she goes crazy again. When that happens, are we supposed to watch our loved ones die and not

be able to do anything about it, or even punish the person who started it all like the family of that victim?"

The last reporter was clearly inciting rage among the crowd. Soon, the crowd was agitated again as they all

shouted, demanding Charlene to come forward and explain everything.

The scene began to get out of hand again.

Brendan looked at them calmly as if he was watching a farce. After that, he glanced at the smug reporter and

asked, "If you say I disregard or abuse

the law, does it not mean that you're questioning the police as well?" 'That's not..." The reporter was stunned. He

did not expect a retaliation like this from Brendan, and his face turned pale. 'That’s not what I meant. I was just

saying that you might have taken advantage of some loopholes in the law and-" "Okay, I get it now. So, you're

questioning the capability of the police in Neve. You think that they didn’t do a good job protecting Neve and

released a murderer back to the public, right?"

The reporter was stumped.

Brendan let out a cold smirk, adjusted the microphone, and looked straight toward the camera. "About whether I

colluded with the police to release a criminal back to the public, I can tell you that I didn't do it. The woman in the

photo photographed this morning is actually my ex-wife's cousin, and her name is Deirdre McKinnon. They look

alike, but they're different people. You all can look at the information on the screen."

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Brendan turned his face sideways, and Deirdre's information appeared on the big screen behind him. This proved

that she and Charlene were two different people.

'This is something the police have verified. As for whether I have compensated the victim's parents, I think it's

better for them to say it themselves."

Soon, a middle-aged couple appeared on the stage, took over the microphone nervously, and said, "We didn't want

to talk about my daughter's passing, but we felt that we should come forward and help Mr. Brighthall clear the

misunderstanding.

"Over the years, Mr. Brighthall has taken great care of us both in our careers and in our daily lives, and he has

helped us in any way he could whenever we asked. Not only that, but he'll pay us a visit during the festive seasons.

He has compensated us a lot. We didn't expect him to care so much about us, but he did. He's a good man, and

Miss McKinnon isn't the one who killed my daughter. I hope all of you can stop blaming Mr. Brighthall and Miss

McKinnon."