Chapter 185 Suspect

The night grew colder, forming a thin mist under the streetlights, creating blurry shadows. Emelie stayed composed. "I'm not a doctor. Even if I examine you, I can't treat you. Mr. Middleton, you should see a doctor," she said calmly. She didn't entertain his ambiguous remark. William chuckled, watching Emelie's face flickering in the light and shadow by the window. Wrapped in his oversized coat, she appeared even more delicate, her slender frame accentuated. She looked disheveled, with messy hair and a lingering paleness on her face. There was still a hint of redness, along with a faint bruise, reminiscent of her appearance on that rainy night three years ago. He turned his head away and said, "Still the same as before." Emelie knew he was referring to her, but she didn't ask further. She simply stated, "Today's incident was caused by Ms. May." "So, do you want me to help you get justice?" William asked casually, turning up the heat to emit a comforting warmth mixed with the s