Chapter 1041: Chapter 1041: You Caused My Family’s Downfall and Death
"It’s okay, they said it’s just a minor injury," Vincent reassured Charlotte.
"That’s still no good, Jordan, go find a pharmacy and buy some gauze and iodine to re-dress Vincent’s wound."
Charlotte shook her head and issued the order to Jordan once more before leaving alone with the police.
Jordan wanted to call out to Charlotte to stop her, but he knew it wouldn’t do much good, so he turned to look at Vincent and got up, preparing to head to the pharmacy.
"Really, it’s not necessary to trouble yourself," Vincent said, somewhat helplessly.
After all, he was a doctor and fully aware of his own physical condition. Moreover, the assailant’s blade hadn’t cut too deeply, it was just that the bleeding was a bit excessive.
"Forget it, this is the task my sister entrusted to me. Just wait," Jordan waved his hand at Vincent, then with hands in his pockets, trudged off to the pharmacy.
Vincent sat alone on the chair, tilting his head to look at the handkerchief on his arm, his thin lips lightly pursed.
Meanwhile, Charlotte was taken to the interrogation room. She was nervous all the way there but also pondered whether there was anyone who bore a grudge against her.
Charlotte thought it over and the only person she could think of was Evelyn Curtis.
However, as soon as she considered the voice and build of the person in black, she dismissed the thought.
Until the moment before stepping into the interrogation room, Charlotte had many thoughts but had never expected that the person she’d end up facing would be Andrew Anne.
His hands were cuffed, his shoulders slumped, and he sat hunched over in the chair.
Charlotte thought about how it had only been half a month since her last encounter with Mr. Anne.
Yet in just these short weeks, Charlotte felt that Andrew looked as if he had aged a decade, a man who had once been so dignified and energetic now radiated an aura of aged frailty.
When Andrew spotted Charlotte entering, his gaze shifted, emotions seeming to churn anew.
His cuffed hands landed on the table, the cold metal clinking against the surface, creating a grating noise that drew the attention of a nearby police officer.
Charlotte, too, was visibly taken aback. She sat across from Andrew, her mouth open, and it took a while before a muffled voice emerged from her throat.
"Mr. Anne... why is it you?"
Andrew, however, laughed as if he had heard some kind of joke. His laughter, initially controlled, eventually became sharp and grating.
"Stop laughing."
It was only after a police officer by their side spoke up that Andrew contained his laughter.
Andrew straightened up, his eyes drooping as he looked at Charlotte, "Why is it me? Isn’t everything thanks to what you’ve done, Miss Thompson?"
Charlotte was unnerved by Andrew’s gaze, her hands clenched in her lap, her mind a haze of confusion.
"What in the world is going on? What does it have to do with me..."
"Even now, you pretend you know nothing. Honestly, your innocent act must have deceived so many people. I can’t believe I once trusted your words."
Andrew grew agitated, coughing uncontrollably after his outburst until his face turned a bright red.
"I don’t know what happened to you, but I feel there must be some misunderstanding," Charlotte said seriously.
"Misunderstanding? You’ve brought ruination and death upon my family; what misunderstanding could there be?"