Chapter 488 I Want Her to Regret
"Seriously?"
Clara was practically bouncing with joy when she heard Dylan had been released.
She had just called Lucas before coming home to ask when they'd head back to Luminous City, and Lucas had said they'd go back once Dylan was out.
Clara's eyes sparkled with excitement, especially since she had successfully deleted the evidence Ryan had against her.
She was thrilled.
She could go back to Luminous City!
"Of course it's true," Elodie said, just as delighted. "Dylan was never in the wrong! He should've been out ages ago."
From the start, Elodie believed Dylan hadn't done anything wrong to Katniss.
She had been indignant ever since Dylan was arrested.
Now that Dylan was released, she was eager to act as if Dylan had been wrongly accused.
Dylan had been so wronged; she had to go get him back quickly.
Elodie was in a hurry, her feet moving swiftly.
After taking a few steps, she noticed Clara still standing there, stunned.
Elodie couldn't help but urge her, "Come on, Clara, let's go get Dylan!"
Clara snapped out of it and quickly followed Elodie's steps. "Okay."
Once Dylan was home, they could start planning their return to Luminous City.
The two of them hurried out the door, anxious to get to the police station.
Meanwhile.
Dylan stared blankly at the police officer in front of him, utterly confused.
"Take your stuff," the officer said, seeing Dylan's lack of response. He shoved the bag and its contents into Dylan's arms.
Dylan stood there, holding the bag, still in a daze, like a wooden statue at the door of the holding cell.
Seeing Dylan's blank expression, the officer grabbed him and led him to a chair in the waiting area, pressing him down into the seat. "Wait here," he said before walking away.
Dylan finally asked, in a daze, "Can I leave?"
He hadn't been able to process it; the days he spent locked up had worn down his hope and expectations.
So, when he was released, he couldn't believe it.
The officer paused at Dylan's question. "Yes, if you want to leave, you can go now."
If Dylan hadn't been in such a poor state, they wouldn't have needed to notify his family upon his release.
After all, Dylan could have contacted his family himself.
But Dylan hadn't believed he was being released and hadn't cooperated when they tried to get him out of the holding cell.
After much effort, they finally got him out, but he just stood there, dazed.
Seeing Dylan's condition, they contacted his family.
Fortunately, once they handed Dylan his clothes and confiscated belongings, he started to follow them.
Now, Dylan was confirming if he was being released.
The officer hadn't expected Dylan to ask if he was wrongly arrested and if Katniss needed to be held accountable.
Dylan seemed agitated, his eyes locked on the officer like the question was life or death. "Was I wrongly apprehended before, and does Katniss need to be held accountable?"
"What are you talking about?" The officer was clueless, not knowing every detail of every case.
At least, the officer didn't know who Katniss was.
Dylan didn't notice the officer's confusion and grabbed his hand, continuing to ask, "Does she not have to pay any price? I was wrongly arrested because of her!"
His eyes burned with hatred as he spoke.
Over the past few days, Dylan had thought a lot.
Although he wasn't mistreated, being detained was torturous for him.
Initially, he had hope that his family would get him out, but as time passed and he saw Lucas's helpless expression repeatedly, he gradually lost hope.
He realized that even Lucas, whom he always thought could do anything, couldn't help him this time.
The Manners family might not have much power in Luminous City, but they shouldn't be this helpless. It was the first time he had seen Lucas so powerless.
Seeing Lucas's defeated look, Dylan felt not only helpless and guilty but also hatred towards Katniss.
Dylan was convinced that Katniss was the one obstructing his release.
He swore to himself that if he got out, he would make Katniss regret it.
His hatred grew, and Dylan couldn't suppress it. "I want her to regret it! I want her to regret it!"
Seeing Dylan's increasing agitation and his violent attempts to grab something, the officer quickly stepped back.
Luckily, he moved in time, and Dylan didn't catch him.
But Dylan's empty grasp made him even more agitated, and he lunged forward, looking for revenge.
The officer saw the danger and quickly restrained him.
Dylan struggled on the ground but couldn't break free.
"Dylan!" A worried voice called out from outside, filled with tension and urgency. Then, hurried footsteps approached.
It was Elodie and Clara, led in by another officer.
"What are you doing? How can you hit someone?" Elodie's voice was sharp and piercing, even more so in her anxious state.
Her shout sounded like several people arguing.
She yelled and started pulling at the officer restraining Dylan, and Clara quickly joined in to help.
Dylan seemed stunned by Elodie's words and stopped struggling.
The officer, unsure how to stop Elodie and Clara, saw Dylan calm down and released him.
"Dylan, Dylan!" Elodie hugged Dylan's arm, half crying, half laughing. "We're taking you home, Dylan. We're here to take you home."
She tried to pull Dylan up by his arm, but couldn't.
Dylan sat on the ground, despondent and motionless.
Clara quickly knelt beside Dylan and said, "Dylan, we're here to take you home."
Dylan looked at them, dazed, and asked in a hoarse voice, "Clara?"
"Dylan, it's me," Clara leaned closer to Dylan, calling his name gently.
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