Chapter 72 Then Call the Police
After an hour-long conversation with Aidan, the future of the Ackers family had been settled.
After Aidan mentioned he would come back in the morning, Evelyn hung up the phone with satisfaction.
"The Ackers family..." she muttered to herself, then continued, "After getting rid of the Ackers family, how should I deal with Cassie?"
After considering it, she said, "Forget it. Leave it to the police. It's a good choice for her to spend the rest of her life in prison."
At that moment, the doorbell rang. Evelyn, wearing pajamas, went to open the door. When she saw Dermot standing outside, her face immediately darkened.
She was about to close the door the next second, but he was faster and blocked the door, walking in.
"Dermot, trespassing someone's house is also against the law," she reminded through gritted teeth, wanting to physically throw him out.
But Dermot didn't seem to care, his expression calm. "Then call the police."
Evelyn took a deep breath, feeling an uncontrollable surge of anger bubbling up inside her. Her palms itched, wanting to hit someone.
"You may not believe it. But I didn't know about the kidnapping," he spoke up, looking at Evelyn with sincere eyes.
Suppressing the anger in her heart, Evelyn walked back to the living room, half-lying on the couch. "I believe you. After all, Mr. Doyle didn't have any reason to kidnap me."
People always have reasons for their actions, and Cassie had a valid reason to kidnap her, as she had always believed there was some sort of relationship between herself and Dermot.
But Evelyn felt that the possibility of Dermot kidnapping her was unlikely.
Upon hearing her say she believed him, Dermot visibly relaxed. "Thank you."
"No need to rush to thank me; Mr. Doyle and I are destined to be enemies anyway," she smiled, a cold glint flashing in her eyes.
She was convinced that Dermot would protect Cassie, so it wouldn't be wrong to say that they were enemies.
Dermot's expression darkened as he understood the meaning behind her words. His emotions were complex as he replied, "What do you want to spare Cassie? As long as I can do it, I will agree to your request."
"Heh," Evelyn laughed. "So, Mr. Doyle, are you preparing to beg me for Cassie?"
It was quite unusual to see Dermot asking for someone's help.
Unfortunately, Evelyn was not an easy person to deal with.
"Tit for tat," she said with a smile, her lips curving upward, but her eyes devoid of any amusement.
Dermot fell silent.
Evelyn continued, unfazed, "Isn't she trying to ruin my reputation? I will do the same to her, then we are even. What do you think, Mr. Doyle?"
"You are not that kind of person," Dermot said.
"Huh?"
Evelyn thought she misheard. She stood up and walked in front of Dermot, saying, "Does Mr. Doyle think he understands me?"
Dermot shook his head. He didn't understand Evelyn, not one bit.
He didn't know that she was the renowned Dr. Kyte, or that she was Mr. Smith's trusted disciple, and he didn't even know how skilled she was.
"But you're right, I really can't do something as villainous as ruining someone's reputation." Without waiting for Dermot's answer, Evelyn nodded to herself.
Changing the subject, she smiled and said, "I think it would be nice to send Ms. Ackers to prison for a few years. I'm sure she would enjoy it there."
After all, the people there were just as malicious as she was.
Dermot looked at her, knowing Evelyn wouldn't easily give up. He shook his head helplessly, "I'm sorry, but I'm afraid I'll disappoint you."
"What do you mean?" Evelyn frowned.
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