Chapter 265
The Whites were the Whites, and Colin was Colin. Would it really be a mistake to generalize things based on a few instances?
I pondered for a long time to find the most accurate answer.
In the afternoon the day after I was discharged, I received a call from a police officer just after 2:00 pm.
They mentioned that there were some details about that night’s incident that needed my clarification. They could either come to me or I could go to the police station, but it had to be a face-to-face meeting.
The police station was quite close to school. It was just two streets down the road from the side gate. Plus, Colin would accompany me there.
Upon arriving, Felix was there too, with Lilac standing behind him. She looked aggrieved, and her eyes were red. When she saw me coming in, she glared at me fiercely before quickly lowering her head again. She went back to pretending to be a weak woman.
I really couldn’t understand her thought process.
A normal person would be weeping and expressing her regret, doing everything possible to convince me to let her off. After all, I was the victim here. But she glared at me, full of resentment. What was she angry about?
Felix was by her side. He was cold and detached while she was sobbing. What were they really up to?
The officer who met us was a young man in his 20s. He was slim and unassuming but had a strong presence. As he sat down, he slapped the folder on the table and looked up, causing Lilac to visibly shiver. She moved, closer to Felix, seeking protection as she put her hand on his shoulder.
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Felix’s eyelid twitched, and he seemed to want to shake her hand off. However, he restrained himself for some reason.
The officer sternly lectured Lilac, educating her on the law and making her realize that her previous actions were illegal. As an adult, she had to bear the legal responsibility.
Lilac’s head hung so low it seemed it might hit the floor. It was only then did the officer let her off the hook.
Then, it was my turn.
The officer explained that they had verified Lilac’s recording and found it to be genuine. It meant that they had confirmed that she had hired people to commit an act of violence, but the attempted rape was not connected to her.
Given that I was rescued in time and no serious harm occurred, the officer
recommended negotiations between the related parties. If no agreement
could be reached, legal proceedings would follow.
They emphasized that the decision was mine to make as I was the victim. They would respect my decision. The two assailants would be dealt with
separately.
Knowing that the recording was real, my resentment toward Lilac lessened. As long as she hadn’t intended to ruin me, it showed she wasn’t entirely without conscience. I thought I’d give her one last chance.
It was not that I was a saint or inherently masochistic. But both Lilac and I had deep ties with the Whites. I didn’t want a future where everyone was sitting at the same table but was secretly harboring grudges against each
other. That would make a home not feel like a home.
The negotiation was dominated by Lilac’s crying, which annoyed Colin and me to no end. Felix, who had been righteous and indignant in the hospital, remained silent and neutral throughout.
At first, Lilac seemed to be putting on an act. She probably thought a few
tears and a few words from Felix might make everything right again, as that had always been the case.
However, she realized I was unyielding and Colin was glaring at her with a menacing look. Meanwhile, Felix remained a passive observer. So, her attítude began to shift. Though she mostly just cried, I finally sensed some
sincerity.
She kept apologizing and talked about how hard she had worked to get into university. She brought up how happy her father in prison was when he heard she got into graduate school. There were some other things as well.