Kiss My Revenge The Heiress Strikes Back novel Chapter 293

Smiles playing on his lips as Elian watched Miranda. "I'll wait for you out here."

Miranda nodded slightly before heading in, leaving Elian to stand there, watching until she was out of sight.

"Mr. Elian Ashcroft, everything's sorted now. You're free to leave," a police officer informed him.

Elian nodded and turned to his assistant. "Grab a chair for me, will you? I'm waiting for her."

The officer hesitated. "Mr. Elian Ashcroft, that's not really appropriate."

Elian frowned. "What's inappropriate about waiting for my wife?"

The officer paused "Alright."

Since they were family, there’d be no problem. Then, the officer walked off to organize his files.

"Claiming she's your wife, got the marriage certificate? I could sue you for slander, Elian Mr. Ashcroft."

Maximus’s voice came from behind, cold and dismissive. Elian turned to see the man, clad in suit, clasping a file of documents.

He knew well enough about Maximus, who was active online, having helped Miranda with numerous cases, each more ruthless than the last. If there was a chance to send someone to prison, Maximus never missed it. His success rate in court was impeccable.

He worked directly for Miranda and had even shared the same prison with her once. Coincidentally, not just him, Marion was in the same jail as them.

Maximus's words were laced with a hint of sarcasm and displeasure, clearly protective of Miranda.

Elian smirked. "Who needs paper to call someone 'wife'?"

Maximus maintained his icy demeanor. "Without the papers, you're just tarnishing my boss's reputation."

To Maximus, Elian was nothing more than a spoiled rich kid—a pesky admirer trailing after his boss.

Elian raised an eyebrow, giving Maximus a look that sent a chill down his spine. He gazed at Maximus, his lips curled into a half-smile, his eyes piercingly frosty.

"Technically, that's against the rules," the officer said, a tad hesitant. "But for you, it's a reasonable request."

With that, he smiled back, standing to lead the way for Miranda.

"Oh, and one more thing. Your former foster family, the Zades, have been formally charged with child abuse. We're gathering evidence, and the testimonies from neighbors and witnesses, alongside their confessions, substantiate the abuse claims. They’ll face sanctions once the prosecution goes successfully."

He paused shortly. "However, given their current situation as a vulnerable demographic, the consequences may not be too severe."

The Zade family now included merely a mother and a son. One was bedridden for life, the other frail and destitute. Even if convicted, societal compassion might shield them from harsh punishment. They were already penniless, incapable of surviving on their own.

Miranda chuckled lightly as she replied, "For them, prison might be a blessing, wouldn't it?"

The officer took a brief moment to realize the implication. It was true; with their current suffering, they’d reaped what they sowed, living on borrowed time, and prison might offer respite—a roof over their heads and meals provided, which was indeed a blessing.

"It seems you're right," he acknowledged with a bob of his head. "Right now, torment’s been inflicted on your foster mother by her own son. Living outside now, for them, is a form of social death."