My Pretty Sweetheart novel Chapter 1283

He handed me the black tie in his hand. The meaning was obvious. He wanted me to tie it for him. "I'll worry about you if you're here alone. You come with me. Dahlia has just been released from the police station. You're not safe!"

I was confused. "She almost killed me. Why did they let her out after just one night? Is there no justice?"

He pursed his lips and said, "There's no substantial action, so it's impossible to determine the actual crime. She would be released after 12 hours."

I almost spit out a mouthful of blood. What did he mean by no substantial action? "There was a murder attempt, and the police were all at the scene of crime at that time. How can they say that there was no evidence? Are they waiting for someone to turn up dead before arresting her?"

Every time I thought about the hospital and that time where I was almost frozen to death, I couldn't contain my anger. All of these past incidents were evidence of her crimes.

Hendrix held my hand in his. His hands were warm. He took my trembling hand and said, "She found someone at the police station and was bailed out. When my people arrived, it was already too late."

"Who bailed her out?" Wasn't her hometown in a small county? Tina said that Dahlia had no friends in the city. Who could have bailed her out?

"Oscar Hathaway!" Hendrix pulled me downstairs and asked me to wait for him on the side of the road. He went to reverse the car out.

Oscar? Linda's ex-husband, Oscar?

Hendrix brought out the car and I got in. I looked at him and said, "How did that man get involved with Dahlia? He even went to bail her out. Aren't they just business acquaintances?"

Hendrix looked at me. His gaze was gentle and somewhat helpless. He asked, "Have you carefully observed Dahlia?"

His question made me a little confused. I looked at him and saw him smiling. "When Dahlia was young, she had a complicated relationship with Oscar. She sold high-end coffee beans, and was involved with Oscar. But all of that ended after her coffee house closed. However, they have been in contact for so many years, so as you can see, their relationship is not as simple as you think!"

I remembered that when I was in Myanway, Dahlia told me that she owned two houses and a Mercedes-Benz when she was in her twenties. She also had several million dollars in total if she totalled the worth of both her coffee shops. If she was from a rich family, it was understandable how a girl in her early twenties could own so many things. However, on second thought, there seemed to be a lot of unknown factors about this.

I looked at Hendrix, waiting for him to continue. He paused for a moment and said, "She and Oscar probably still have something going on, and they must have kept contact. It is not going to be easy to separate them."

I was not stupid. After listening to these words, I roughly understood that Dahlia's relationship with Oscar was not simple. Looking carefully at Dahlia's features, her nose had collapsed and her chin was a little crooked. It may have been caused by plastic surgery that happened more than ten years ago. If there was no maintenance, it would become deformed.

It made a lot of sense for her to be associated with Oscar in the past.

"Did Oscar help her with what happened yesterday?" He was the only one I could think of.

Hendrix, who was driving, pondered for a while and said, "That's unlikely. He won't get involved in this matter. He won't get himself in trouble like this."