If it were possible, he would rather that nothing had happened at all.
Unfortunately,
ti cannot flow backward.
In vain, he caused the death of a person, and now he was being watched by the police.
What should he do?
Peter Stone shivered as he said to the police officer beside him, "I, I want to see my lawyer."
When Olivia Armstrong received the call from the police station, two hours had already passed.
Olivia Armstrong answered her phone with a smile, "Hello, good day."
"Hello, is this Miss Olivia Armstrong?"
"It's ."
"I am an officer from Trillion Road Police Station; is Christina Armstrong your niece?"
"Yes."
The next second, the smile on Olivia Armstrong's face froze.
"Your niece Christina Armstrong jumped from a building on the 26th at 9 am. Please co to the station to make a statent."
Jumped off a building?
No.
That couldn't be.
Olivia Armstrong tried to calm her own emotions, "Police Officer, you must be mistaken. Our Christina, how could she ever jump off a building?"
"Miss Armstrong, I know it's hard for you to accept this, but..."
Olivia Armstrong imdiately asked, "So, Christina is fine, right? Which hospital is she in? I'll go to the hospital to see her first!"
Hearing about the hospital, William Astir imdiately ca out of the restroom, "Who's gone to the hospital? What's happened?"
The police officer continued, "Unfortunately, Christina Armstrong has already..."
In an instant, Olivia Armstrong's emotions collapsed, and her phone dropped to the floor as she began to sob tragically.
William Astir was startled and imdiately ca over to embrace Olivia Armstrong, "What happened? What's going on?"
Olivia Armstrong couldn't say a word.
The phone call hadn't been disconnected yet. William Astir, holding Olivia Armstrong with one hand, picked up the phone with the other, "Hello, I am Olivia Armstrong's husband, William Astir."
"Mr. Astir, good day. The situation is as follows." The officer on the phone recounted the events and then said, "Please accept our condolences, and then co to the station to make a statent."
Christina was gone?
William Astir was utterly stunned, his face turning pale.
"Police Officer, there must be so mistake, right? My niece, how could my niece possibly jump off a building?" Like Olivia Armstrong, William Astir couldn't believe the reality and continued, "My niece lives at Marison Garden, Room 360, Building 19. Are you sure it's my niece?"
"Yes, that's correct. Your niece's parents are Edward Armstrong and Sabrina Sabir."
William Astir was suddenly mute.
After a long while, he finally hung up the phone, looking at his wife who was overco with emotion, unsure of how to comfort her.
Olivia Armstrong, hugging William Astir, cried, "I just saw her three days ago. She said she went to get her hair done with Beatrice Black and ntioned she'd go shopping with in a few days. Christina, Christina, why would you be so thoughtless! If there was sothing troubling you, you could have co to your auntie, your auntie would have helped you solve it! You foolish child, why would you do such a thing! Christina!"
Olivia Armstrong had watched Christina grow up.
At that ti, Olivia Armstrong didn't have children yet and she was particularly envious of her sister-in-law for having a daughter, as people say a daughter is a mother's little cotton jacket, a father's little wine jar.
William Astir also did not expect things to turn out so suddenly.
Three days ago when they saw Christina, she was completely normal. This child. How did she suddenly...
With tearful eyes, William Astir said, "Olivia, try not to be too upset. I'll call Isla, and have her co back right away to take us to the station."
"Yes, call her quickly."
Isla Astir had an extrely important eting today, which was attended by top-tier bosses, but when she saw her father's call, she answered imdiately. After hearing the details, Isla Astir's face paled, "What?"
"Alright, Dad, don't you and Mom worry; I'll co back right away."
After hanging up the phone, Isla Astir closed her laptop, "Sorry everyone, sothing urgent has co up at ho and I need to leave right away."
Saying this, Isla Astir bowed to everyone, then, carrying her laptop bag, she hurried out.
The editor beside her did not react in ti.
Those present were left looking at each other in confusion.
Today's eting was centered around Isla Astir's comics. Now that Isla Astir, the main subject, had left, there was no longer any point in continuing the eting.
"Editor-in-Chief Zhou, what's going on with your author?"
The editor hastened to explain, "Winer must have had so major family ergency, otherwise she wouldn't have left in such a hurry! CEO Cooper, I am really sorry. Once this is over, I'll make sure she personally apologizes to you."
Winer was Isla Astir's pen na.
Derived from 'Drink to one's content for today if there is wine.'
CEO Cooper narrowed his eyes, "I'm easy to talk to, but I'm not sure if President Thompson will be willing to wait."
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