?<strong>Chapter 428:</strong>


    If Daxton had said this to her before, Carrie might not have thought twice about it. But now, knowing he was her nephew, his words carried an unexpected weight, delivered in a tone better suited forforting a child than praising an adult.


    Her thoughts shifted to Kristopher, who, with his razor-sharp critiques, could leave anyone feeling stripped to their core. He had a way of making others doubt themselves. Yet, when it came topliments, Kristopher was as awkward as a fish on drynd.


    Daxton, on the other hand, seemed to embody sunshine after a downpour. He had an uncanny ability to see the silver lining in every storm cloud, spreading positivity and guiding people toward brighter horizons.


    Kristopher was like a thorny rose—beauty wrapped in barbs, pricking you before you could admire its softness. Daxton, however, was a candle in the darkness, casting light and warmth no matter where he stood.


    As their conversation unfolded, they arrived at the door of an interrogation room. A police officer approached and asked, “Are you Ms.


    “Campbell?”


    Carrie nodded, her curiosity drawing her gaze toward the room. To her astonishment, she spotted the sleazy man who had once signed the raw material supply contract with herpany sitting inside.


    The officer rified, “He’s under suspicion for kidnapping.”


    Daxton took over, exining smoothly, “I came across him on the road and noticed someone tied up in the back seat of his car. At first, I didn’t realize it was your stepmother’s daughter. I called the police right away.” Pausing briefly, he added, “Even if I had known, I still would have reported it. No matter what someone’s done, it’s up to thew to determine their fate.”


    The officer gave a nod of approval. “You have a strong moralpass, Mr. Daxton. A lot of what we see online these days glorifies vignte justice, but thew must always be the final arbiter.”


    Daxton smiled gently. “I’ve always been a firm believer in following thew.”


    Standing off to the side, Daxton’s assistant remained silent, his admiration barely concealed. How Daxton, with his bloodstained history, could make such a im without flinching in front of the police was a marvel in itself. Then again, as a citizen of Mothor, adhering to itsws was a sort of twisted truth in itself.


    Carrie arched an eyebrow, her surprise evident. “How is Yara now?”


    The officer’s tone grew serious. “The victim is mostly unharmed—just shaken, with a few minor injuries. She’s resting in another room while our officers speak with her. We brought you here because this case connects to another one—Nate’s kidnapping of you. We need your help with the investigation.”


    Carrie nodded thoughtfully. “Thank you for the effort you’re putting in.”


    The officer offered a small, earnest smile. “It’s just part of the job.”


    After she gave her statement, the officer escorted Carrie to the door and let out a quiet sigh. “Ms. Campbell, we appreciate your cooperation. Unfortunately, there isn’t enough evidence to directly implicate Yara. Charges may not be filed against her.”


    Carrie, ever hopeful, replied, “She’s had her fair share of misfortely. Maybe this is just life evening the scales. I believe justice finds its way—what goes aroundes around.”


    The officer nodded, clearly impressed. “That’s amendable outlook. Rest assured, if Yara is involved, we’ll uncover the evidence. We won’t wrongfully use anyone, but we won’t let the guilty slip away either.”


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