Chapter 446
Jeremy was stunned. When did he kill anyone?
The girl claimed that he had killed her brother, but he did not recognize her at all. It was his first time seeing her.
“Do you have the wrong person?” Jeremy asked. “How could I have killed someone?”
The girl’s eyes remained cold. “Come with me.”
Jeremy got up and hesitated for a moment before deciding to follow her. He had to clear this matter up. He had always followed the law. Although he was not a saint, he had never done anything that went against his conscience. How could he have killed someone?
Jeremy walked out the door and saw her enter a car. The back door was open as if waiting for him to enter.
He took a deep breath and got in, still tipsy. “I’m telling you, accusing someone of murder is illegal! You’d better stop this joke.”
The car was silent as no one responded. Jeremy felt that the atmosphere was a little off.
“Say something. Why isn’t anyone talking? I told you, I didn’t kill anyone. I’m a good person!
I wouldn’t even kill a chicken.”
Still, no one answered him.
Ten minutes later, the car slowly came to a stop.
The girl said, “Get out.”
Jeremy got out of the car and saw a bus by the road. Many people stood by the bus, wearing black suits and holding white roses. Some were even wiping tears from their faces.
Jeremy’s heart skipped a beat, realizing that someone had indeed died. However, he quickly calmed down. What did that have to do with him? He did not kill anyone.
“Follow me.” The girl brought Jeremy to the bus.
As Jeremy approached, he saw everyone’s gaze turn cold as they looked at him. For some reason, he felt afraid when he saw their expressions.
“You bastard! How dare you show up here?” Someone shouted angrily and grabbed Jeremy’s collar. “Why wasn’t it you who died?”
Just as he was about to punch Jeremy, several people rushed up to pull him away.
“Let me go! I’ll kill him!”
Jeremy stumbled back. It was his first time meeting all these people. He could not understand why they hated him so much.
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“Calm down. I’m sure he must have had his reasons.” An older middle–aged man told everyone to settle down and waved at Jeremy, “Come on up.
Jeremy gulped and slowly approached the bus.
Inside the bus was a stretcher with someone lying on it, covered by a white sheet.
This scene made Jeremy freeze. He suddenly thought of his mother. That day, when the surgery had failed, his mother had also been lying silently on a stretcher, covered by a white sheet.
His legs buckled.
The girl walked up to the body and said softly, “Brother, here’s your murderer.”
Jeremy trembled as he walked over. “I didn’t kill anyone. I don’t even know your brother.”
“No, you know him,” the girl said. “He told us about you before.”
“That’s nonsense!”
Jeremy reached out to see just who the deceased was. The moment he lifted the sheet, a pale face appeared before him
Boom!
Jeremy felt as if he had been struck by lightning. He took several steps back in shock, knocking into a chair.
Fabian! The person who had died was Fabian!
“How could this be?” Jeremy was pale as a sheet. “How is he dead?”
“You killed him,” the girl said.
“No! I never harmed him!” Jeremy cried. Although he hated Fabian for tricking him, he never wanted Fabian to die.
