Breaking Free, Loving Again -The Flash Marriage with Mr. CEO-Chapter 362: Not a shred of sympathy.

Officer Davis’s words made the warning very clear.

Ryan’s brows furrowed. His fingers clenched into fists as he tried to keep his calm.

"Officer Davis, Delyth is recovering in the hospital. There is no way she could try to harm Arwen. I think you must be mistaken somewhere," he said firmly.

"We aren’t sure yet, Mr. Foster," Officer Davis explained, though his tone carried a distinct note of suspicion. "And that’s why I came to ask you about it. We aren’t accusing Ms. Ember of being involved in Ms. Quinn’s accident, but I still think you should watch that footage first and then tell us more in detail."

The furrow between Ryan’s brows deepened. "What footage, Officer Davis?"

"The footage from the night of the accident," the policer officer clarified. "At first, we didn’t think we would be able to recover anything. Almost all surveillance recordings from the night had either been destroyed or mysteriously disappeared. But earlier, we received a clip from an anonymous ID"

Ryan stiffened.

Anonymous ID?

That doesn’t sit well with him …

"Officer Davis, you can’t just accept video evidence from an unidentified source," Ryan said, his voice even, but his gaze darkened. If the officer had seen his expression at that moment, his suspicion might have grown stronger. "You know as well as I do that digital evidence can be easily manipulated. How can you be sure it’s authentic?"

"Mr. Foster," Officer Davis interrupted him, his tone unwavering, "we deal with this kind of situation every day. Although the footage was sent by an anonymous ID, we ran extensive checks to verify its authenticity. It hasn’t been tampered with —it’s a genuine recording from the night of the accident."

Ryan’s expression turned hard to read.

Since he was sitting in the dark, his face was obscured by shadows. Only his eyes, sharp and calculating, gleamed in the darkness as he pressed the phone to his ear.

After hearing Officer Davis say all that, one thing was very clear —

Someone deliberately shared the video with the police.

But why?

What did they stand to gain?

"I have sent the video to your mail, Mr. Foster," Officer Davis spoke again from the other end, adding, "You can take your time watching it and tell me about it tomorrow. Thank you for your cooperation today."

With that, the officer ended the call.

***

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At the same time, in one of the most luxurious penthouses in New York …

Emyr stood at a distance, his phone pressed to his ear.

After receiving the confirmation from Cralens, he turned to his boss.

"Sir, the video has been successfully sent to the police," he reported. "They have confirmed its authenticity and have already taken it as evidence in Madam’s accident case."

Aiden stood with his back towards him, a crystal flute of wine in hand. Though Emyr couldn’t see his expression, he could sense the shift in the air —the tension dissipating ever so slightly.

His boss’s mood had improved.

"Good," Aiden murmured before taking a slow sip of his wine.

Despite the calm response, Emyr hesitated. Something about this entire situation unsettled him. Unable to suppress his curiosity, he finally spoke up.

"Sir, the video we shared only casts suspicion on Delyth Ember. It wouldn’t be enough to prove her guilty. But we do have irrefutable evidence of her crime. If you order, I will send it to Officer Davis. He is an honest officer. With his hands on the evidence, he will ensure Delyth Ember receives the punishment she deserves."

Though Emyr personally believed Delyth had already suffered enough, almost losing her all —he didn’t dare to voice that thought.

After all, she had dared to harm the lady.

The Devil’s treasure.

And in the Devil’s book, no punishment would ever be enough.

Aiden finally turned around, his gaze settling on Emyr.

A faint curve played on his lips —not quite a smile. No, it was something else entirely. A devilish smirk on Hades’s expression.

"The video was not for Delyth," Aiden said, his voice smooth, almost languid, as he slowly walked to take a seat back on the sofa. "It was to show someone their ugly truth. And that piece of evidence will do just that … perfectly."

Emyr frowned, momentarily puzzled.

Then, the realization dawned.

The video wasn’t to expose Delyth Ember’s crime. It was meant to make Ryan Foster drown in guilt.

Emyr blinked, glancing at his boss again. Aiden’s expression remained impassive, unreadable, as he swirled the wine in his glass.

Not a shred of sympathy.

Not an ounce of mercy.

And at that moment, Emyr understood —his boss wasn’t just there to make Ryan feel the wrong he did; he wanted him to know that he had lost his chance already.

***

Meanwhile, back in Cralens, at Ryan’s place,

Just as Ryan pulled the phone away from his ear, he heard a ping of notification on his phone. When he checked, he saw that he had received the video in his mail.

Pulling out his laptop, he connected his phone and played it on the screen. Explore stories at novelbuddy

The video started with Arwen’s car running down the streets, being followed by an old, greasy one. At first, the face of the two men sitting wasn’t clear, but then at one angle he was able to see them …clearly.

His fists clenched when they saw the murderous intent clear in their gaze, and soon later, Arwen’s car was seen crashing. The smoke was emitted heavily in the air, and it became difficult to see anything clearly.

But after a few minutes, the air cleared a bit, and he was able to see the two cars at the scene. The one that had been tailing Arwen was long gone.

But then from the corner of the eyes, he caught a small movement. When he tried to focus, he realized a cab had stopped not far in the distance.

But that wasn’t what surprised him, it was the person who stepped out from it.

Delyth.