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Chapter 847 Henry Walker Went to Jail on the 17th
It took Deirdre shaking out of her stupor to realize she had been smiling.
It stunned her. Was she... falling in love with Brendan? Again?
"Miss McKinnon? We're here/ said Mrs. Engel.
She nodded and got out of the car. They made their way to the shopping district and visited some interesting
places. When they passed by a shop selling baby clothes, Mrs. Engel could not help but stop. "Oh, the clothes inside
are so adorable, Miss McKinnon! I want to buy one for your kid. Is that okay?" 'That's too soon, Mrs. Engel! My baby
isn't even born yet." Deirdre tittered.
"But if we wait for that, that adorable outfit will become someone else's possession, and I'm not gonna let that
happen. You know what they say: seize the moment!" the older woman replied excitedly before pulling Deirdre into
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Helplessly, Deirdre let Mrs. Engel drag her inside.
The lighting was warm as it enveloped Deirdre. It eased her tension, and she began to feel the fabric used for those
tiny clothes. Their sleeves were no larger than the size of her palm-it felt strange in her hand.
Then, suddenly, someone barged into the store. "Miss McKinnon? Miss McKinnon, is that you!?"
Her sudden appearance took Deirdre aback.
Mrs. Engel quickly shielded Deirdre behind her back when the intruder suddenly fell onto her knees and begged, "I
finally found you, Miss McKinnon! Please, I’m begging you! Let my brother live!"
Mrs. Engel was bewildered. She had expected the intruder to be an agitator, not someone who was suddenly on her
knees.
Deirdre snapped out of her shock and frowned. "Your brother? Who's that? Why do you want me to let him live?"
The woman wiped the tears off her face. "Henry Walker! My brother's name is Henry Walker. He's the one who
founded Woody Inc. in Surstate. I know you remember him!"
Deirdre’s face turned cold as the woman continued to sob. "He's now locked in jail, and no one can help him out or
bail him! My brother said it's because he accidentally offended you, Miss McKinnon, and that... this was all Mr.
Brendan Brighthall's revenge..."
She threw her arms around Deirdre’s thighs. "Please, Miss McKinnon! My parents are sick, and he's their only son!
I’m sure the news will give them a nervous breakdown! Our family will be ruined!"
Deirdre softened her expression, but the chilly indifference remained in her eyes. "Look. I can’t help you with
anything, okay? If a man abducts someone else and harms them, they deserve to be locked in jail for breaking the
law. It's your family's fault for failing to raise him right, so maybe jail time is what he needs to rethink his life’s
choices."
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The woman raised her tear-stricken face. "Abduct someone else and harm them? Miss McKinnon, I don't know what
you're talking about. My brother is only captured under bribery charges because Mr. Brighthall lodged a report
against him. And Mr. Brighthall only did that because my brother somehow offended you!"
Deirdre felt her heart skipping a beat. Then, as sincerely and seriously as she could, she replied, "Your brother lied
to you. He abducted Tobey Russell, that was the real reason. If it weren't for Brendan, my good friend might have
died! Your brother committed a crime, and it's only right that no one can help him out of his just dessert!" "No!
That's not what happened at all! This is all a misunderstanding! Tobey Russell had returned to Eastgene when my
brother was locked up! How was he supposed to abduct your friend?" the woman rebutted. "It was on the 17th. The
17th! He has been locked up since the 17th. If you don’t believe me, ask the police!" 'The 17th?’ Deirdre froze. How
could that be? She was still in Surstate on the 17th!
If Henry had been captured on the 17th, then what caused Brendan's gun wound back in Neve?
Her heart sank into an icy pit. She snapped out of her trance and wriggled herself out of the woman's arms before
bursting out of the shop.
Mrs. Engel sprung on her tail and held Deirdre’s hands, whispering comfort.
It was too late, however-Deirdre's mind blanked.
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