Chapter 187: Misunderstanding
"Marcella..."
Uncle Karl called her and Marcella decided to leave. She had a strong feeling that John played a major role in her release today but that didn’t mean she could be open with him about everything—especially, something that would put her in jail and her family’s life in danger.
John was still blocking her and she patted his arm to let her go. She didn’t want to talk to him in here.
"Let’s meet later, John," she smiled and took a step forward.
Let me leave, please...
"You didn’t answer me," John held her arm and leaned closer to her. He was in her face. She tried to take a step back but he pulled her closer. His messy fringes fell on her forehead. "Did he suffer enough?" he asked again, his voice breaking.
Marcella blinked. Her heart sank seeing the desperation on his face. He was in pain and she didn’t know how to help him. She definitely didn’t want to put her life in jeopardy by talking about it at a police station. But she understood John’s desperation too. Maybe he was feeling helpless not knowing what to do to avenge the death of his first love and now that someone else did what he wanted to do, he had a mixture of emotions.
"Agent Emerson, Mrs. Crawford needs to leave right now," Uncle Karl spoke in a deep crisp voice that snapped John out of his reverie.
He took in a sharp inhale and took a step back. "I’m sorry..." he released her and put his hands up. Rubbing his cheeks, he leaned on the wall. "Mrs. Crawford, let’s meet later," he nodded.
Marcella nodded with a smile. Letting out a sigh of relief, she joined Uncle Karl. Uncle Karl turned and glared at John and John mouthed ’sorry’. Marcella didn’t understand what that was about.