Chapter 489 I need to spend time with my wife, no time!
Just as he was about to rest, his phone suddenly vibrated. Gregory answered and asked, "What's up?"
Leo said something on the other end of the line, and Gregory's expression immediately turned serious.
Abigail noticed something was off and asked, "What's going on?"
Gregory chuckled and shook his head, gently ruffling her fluffy hair. "You go to sleep first; I have something to take care of. Not sure when I'll be back."
After saying that, he quickly picked a suit from the closet, changed, and rushed out the door.
Watching his back, Abigail frowned slightly. Why the rush? Was Gregory hiding something from her?
Grabbing his car keys, Gregory randomly chose a car from the garage and headed straight to the police station. Leo had called earlier, informing him that Tom wanted to see him, claiming it was important. Although he initially hesitated, Gregory decided it was time to settle things once and for all.
About half an hour later, Gregory arrived at the police station. He got out of the car and, guided by a staff member, entered the visiting room.
After a few minutes, Tom appeared, looking much thinner and almost skeletal, his prominent cheekbones erasing his once gentle and gentlemanly demeanor.
Seeing Gregory, Tom paused for a moment before walking over to sit across from him. "Long time no see."
"Go ahead, what do you want?" Gregory couldn't be bothered with small talk and got straight to the point.
He crossed his legs, leaning lazily against the back of the chair, exuding a relaxed yet imposing presence.
Tom quietly stared at him, his voice hoarse as if he hadn't spoken in a long time. "Don't you want to know why I've always been against you?""Because of your mother, Melinda Coleman," Gregory replied, his tone certain and without a hint of doubt or hesitation.
Tom's pupils immediately contracted, and his hands on his lap gradually clenched. "You know?"
"You blame Melinda's death on me and my Mom, which is why you hate me so much. Am I right?" Gregory squinted slightly, his eyes filled with mockery.
Tom gritted his teeth, letting out a cold laugh, the veins on his forehead bulging with anger. "Isn't it true? Gregory, how can you say that so righteously? You caused a death and don't feel guilty at all?"
Gregory's expression remained unchanged, his tone as calm as ever. "I have nothing to feel guilty about. I'm sorry for Melinda's death, but I didn't cause it."
"You're lying! If not you, then who? Gregory, don't think that just because no one saw what happened, you can cover it up. I was there; I saw it with my own eyes!" Mentioning Melinda made Tom extremely agitated, and he suddenly stood up from his chair.
The chair scraped against the floor, making a harsh noise.
A nearby officer sternly ordered, "Sit back down!"
Tom, yelled at, immediately lost his arrogance and sat back down obediently, but his eyes still glared at Gregory with hatred.
Gregory couldn't be bothered to argue with him and directly handed him a more detailed piece of evidence. "Who said no one saw it? Yes, from your angle, it might seem like I caused Melinda's death, but that's not the truth."
Amidst the chaos, someone had secretly recorded a video. Although cameras from that era lacked high resolution, Gregory had the footage specially processed, making it barely clear enough to see. Revealing that Melinda's accident was her own fault, not Gregory's.
Tom stared intently at the video, his hands gradually trembling. "No, this can't be! How could this be?"
He thought, 'The conviction that Gregory had killed Mom had been my sole motivation to keep living. Now, faced with the truth, confusion and disbelief flooded my mind. Why wasn't it true? Had all these years of hatred been for nothing?'
Gregory coldly said, "No matter what you did before, I always gave you some leeway out of respect for George. But you went too far, even trying to harm Abigail. Today, I'm giving you this evidence to tell you that I never owed you anything. If you have any sense, you'll reflect on this in prison. If you dare lay a finger on Abigail again, I won't let you off."
After saying that, he ignored Tom's reaction, stood up, and left.
As Gregory stepped out, a desperate scream filled with pain and struggle echoed behind him. He paused briefly, then walked away without looking back.
Outside, he gazed at the sky and exhaled deeply. The matter was finally resolved. He hoped Tom would find reflection in prison.
After leaving the police station, Gregory called Henry and Quinn, inviting them to a bar for drinks, but for the first time, they both declined.
Henry said, "Gregory, I have to take care of Tricia. You go find Quinn."
Quinn's response was brief, "Busy."
Gregory laughed in frustration. "Quinn, ever since I married Abigail, your temper has gotten worse. Do I need to invite you personally?"
Quinn glanced at Maeve, whose cheeks were flushed, got out of bed, and while tidying his messy clothes, said, "I'm busy. You go find Henry."
Gregory's eyelid twitched. "Why are you two giving me the same excuse? Forget it, I'm going home. Don't ask me out for drinks next time."
After saying that, he hung up the phone in frustration.
Quinn looked at the disconnected call, shook his head helplessly, then turned off his phone and tossed it aside, walking back to the bed.
He reached out and hugged the woman lying on the bed, tightly wrapped in a blanket, his lips curling slightly. "Let's continue."
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