Purchased A Mr. Right
Chapter 398

"Yolanda?" Wendy was shocked.

This person, indeed, was the one they knew...

Wendy swallowed two mouthfuls of saliva and was still amazed, but she was unable to connect the hit-and-run driver with Yolanda herself for a moment!

She could not help but mutter in surprise, "How could it be her!"

Charlie opened his thin lips with a sneer, as if he hadn't thought of it before he picked up the phone.

"The police are on the move and should have arrested Yolanda by now!" He glanced at the phone that had just been put down, and continued to say, "After breakfast, I'll go to the police station."

Upon hearing this, Wendy frowned and said, "I'll go with you!"

"Okay." Charlie nodded.

After breakfast, Aunt Lee, wearing an apron, went forward and picked up the bowls and plates on the dining table.

Wendy and Charlie stood up from the chair and looked at each other. Then the latter went upstairs to change clothes. She squatted in front of Larry and said, "Sweety, can you play at home this morning? I have to go out!"

"With Daddy?" Larry blinked his eyes and asked.

When he was at the dining table, he saw her and Daddy flirting with each other.

"Yes." Wendy nodded and pinched his nose. "Be good at home. I'll come back at noon to buy you a delicious ice cream that we talked about last time!"

Larry was not too interested in the ice cream she mentioned. Instead, he tilted his head and asked softly, "Wendy, are you going out on a date again?" "Well..." Wendy was embarrassed.

There was no way to explain to Larry where they were going, so she fidgeted there for a while.

But Larry didn't wait for her answer, pursed his lips and asked with an innocent and serious expression, "Is it the same as sleeping together, that I have to let you guys to go on a date so that my little sister will come to me faster?"

"... Eh-hem!" Wendy choked this time.

She was overwhelmed by the innocence of Larry's childish words.

Get to the bottom of it, this was all because of someone's secret weapon...

As she was thinking about it, that person was coming down from upstairs, already fully dressed and meticulously tied, to the door of the restaurant, with deep, restrained eyes glancing over. "Let's go." "Okay..." Wendy nodded after being rescued.

The two of them walked to the entrance and changed their shoes. Charlie picked up the car keys in the bamboo basket and pushed the door open. The Land Rover's taillights flashed twice. Wendy followed him, and the car door of the co- driver's seat was opened.

When she was ready to bend over and sit in, Larry suddenly rushed over from the villa. She stopped, turned around, and steadily took over the little figure that had rushed to her knees. "Wendy, you haven't given me a goodbye kiss."

Larry turned his little face up at her and gave her a soft and adorable kiss.

Seeing this, Wendy smiled. Although she spent almost all of her time with Larry, she also spent a lot of time alone, often giving a goodbye kiss to him when they were apart.

She smiled and lowered her head to kiss him loudly. Larry immediately turned his face, indicating that he wanted it from the other side as well. She did the same and kissed him again, then saw him pursing his lips in satisfaction.

After Larry got a kiss goodbye, he ran back with a big smile on his face.

They fastened their seat belts and the white Land Rover started its engine and drove out of the yard.

In the rearview mirror, the villa gradually couldn't be seen clearly. Wendy withdrew her sight and found Charlie next to her glancing at her faintly.

"Well, what?" she asked in confusion.

He was fine when he went out. Why did he change his face at this time?

Charlie looked at her again with a gloomy expression, "He's already four years old. There's no need to keep kissing him!" Wendy was speechless. He seemed to be the first to compete with his own son...

In the morning, the road conditions were a bit congested, but after 40 minutes, the Land Rover finally pulled up in front of the police station.

After Charlie closed the door, he came over and held her hand.

When she looked at the police station, she looked a lot paler.

Once inside, a policeman in civilian clothes came up to them. Charlie seemed to have called ahead, the police took them directly to an interrogation room, where handcuffed Yolanda could be seen through the glass above the door.

Her hair was disheveled, and she had absolutely no decency.

She was still in her pajamas and was supposed to have been arrested at home, but it seemed that she hadn't expected to be like this until now, and her eyes were frightened and scared.

The police officer slowly said to them, "After the interrogation we conducted, she confessed to her hit-and-run crime! But after all, the evidence is there for all to see, and it's hard for her to deny it! After that, the case will be completed and transferred to the prosecutor's office for prosecution soon. According to Article 133 of the Criminal Law, anyone who commits a traffic offence shall be sentenced to fixed-term imprisonment of not more than three years or criminal detention."

Upon hearing this, Wendy looked at Yolanda again. Jail would be a terrible nightmare for everyone, especially at such a young age...

However, although she sighed with emotion, she did not have the slightest sympathy for Yolanda, who deserved to be punished for what she did.

Charlie, on the other hand, suddenly sneered, "Not more than three years, that would be too easy for her!"

Wendy and the police officer couldn't help but look at Charlie. They didn't understand what he meant.

"Let us go in and talk to her first." Charlie said, pursing his lips.

"Okay!" The police officer nodded, pushed open the door, walked in, patted his colleague who was continuing to take a statement, and after giving a couple of explanations in his colleague's ear, his colleague stopped working for a while and then said, "Mr. Hogg, we will guard outside. If there is anything you need, call us at any time!"

"Well, thank you!" Charlie nodded.

After the door closed, Yolanda also raised her eyes.

"Charlie..."

When she saw Charlie, she couldn't help but cry out, then saw the person next to him and gritted her teeth, "Wendy!"

"Yolanda, how could you do such an unconscionable thing!" Wendy met the panicked but hateful gaze directly in front of her and said angrily, "After hitting someone, not only did you not get off to check for injuries, you just ran away and destroyed the evidence, you should at least call 911! You hit a kid!"

Referring again to the accident, she could still see Larry lying in a pool of blood.

The sense of panic that came from the bottom of her heart was still clear, and when she didn't know about that Larry's her son, she was so sad, but now that she knew, the connection between mother and son, made her felt even more deep anger.

Beside her, Charlie crossed his arms over his shoulders and leaned on the back of the chair, keeping silent.

He narrowed his deep eyes, wondering.