Agnes couldn't believe that someone who had always seemed so reserved and aloof could possess such a fervent and obsessive side.
She remained silent.
Soon, the car pulled up at the police station. Agnes followed Ryder out of the vehicle. It was clear Ryder had everything arranged in advance. A police officer came out to greet them with a handshake.
"Mr. Whitfield, please follow me."
Agnes trailed behind the two men. They eventually stopped in front of an interrogation room. The officer said, "Mr. Whitfield, the bosses are all out today. I'm making an exception to let you see him. Please make it quick. Mr. Whitfield's situation is delicate; he can't stay long."
Ryder responded, "Thank you, officer."
The officer smiled warmly, "You've been a great help to me. It's me who should be thanking you."
With that, he opened the door to the interrogation room. Agnes hurried inside. She saw Jared but couldn't believe her eyes. Jared looked exceptionally worn and aged. Normally so meticulous about his appearance, he now seemed haggard and thin as if he had lost weight in just a few days. His chin was covered in stubble, and his eyes were bloodshot, looking as if he hadn't slept for days.
Agnes felt a pang of heartache. She rushed in, calling out, "Jared."
Initially, Jared was looking down, seemingly lost in his own world, and didn't even look up when the door opened. Agnes was deeply pained. He must have been dealt a massive blow — framed, pushed into the abyss, and then accused of murder. But he couldn't defend himself, and no one believed him. Now, vilified by all, he seemed to have fallen from grace to the deepest pits.
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