"Mr. Vance." The officer in charge of the case greeted him as he hurriedly got up.
"Samuel, what are you doing here?" Iris was a little startled when she saw him. Once she snapped out of it, she immediately walked over to him and sought his sympathy.
Samuel saw her red, swollen face and narrowed his eyes. "Who did this to you?"
Before Iris could say anything, he cast a sidelong glance at Logan and said commandingly, "Take her to the hospital now."
"Understood." Logan immediately responded. He looked at Iris and gestured politely. "Ms. Vale, this way, please."
Iris looked disdained. She didn't want Logan to take her to the hospital, and she gave Samuel a somewhat bitter look.
Samuel frowned. He seemed to be in a terrible mood. His expression was chilly, and his demeanor icy and distant. Not even the harshest winter was this cold.
Iris asked timidly, "Can't you go with me?"
Samuel responded coldly without a second thought, "I have to deal with something, so I can't take you."
He had time to deal with Kylie's matters but did not take her to the hospital. His priorities were clear.
The notion brought a shade of gloominess to her expression. Although she knew why Samuel had come here, she was sadder and wracked with more jealousy and resentment than she had imagined. The emotions came together in the worst possible way ever, making her face contort with menace.
Samuel walked steadily and stopped in front of Simon. "Where is she?"
"Follow me." He followed Simon to the holding cell.
She had done everything she could to exaggerate the incident for one purpose: to expose Kylie's true colors.
Samuel didn't actually care about Kylie. He was doing all this to protect his and the Vance family's dignity. The realization pumped her full of confidence, and she could carry out her next plan with no worries now.
Kylie was just a country bumpkin, and she didn't deserve someone like Samuel at all.
Meanwhile, Kylie ignored Iris and Simon. She stopped in front of Samuel and said innocently, "Who would've thought that studying in a library would expose me to harsh insults and a trip to the holding cell?"
"Harsh insults?" Iris sneered. "You were holding Mr. Bradford's library card. Do you dare to say that there's nothing between the two of you?"
Kylie knew what Iris was thinking about, but she wasn't in a hurry to explain herself. Instead, she said with a flat face, "We are acquainted. Is there anything wrong with me borrowing his library card?"
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