Thalassa hadn't spoken a word all this time or even moved an inch. Her mind was frazzled, as if she were in a dream, unable to believe that any of this was real.

But when Kris stepped in front of her and she saw the pain in his eyes, it confirmed that she wasn't dreaming.

"Will you come along to the police station?" he asked, his voice devoid of emotion. "You're the one who has the right to file the report about the attack."

Still feeling numb and in disbelief, Thalassa nodded almost mechanically. They headed toward the door, all eyes on them, the murmurs of the guests echoing behind them.

Once outside, Kris turned to her. "Will you come with me?"

Thalassa shook her head. Despite her scattered thoughts, she wasn't ready to be alone with him. "No. I brought my car."

Kris nodded, saying nothing more as he headed to his car. Thalassa also went to her car.

When they arrived at the police station, a crowd of reporters was already waiting outside.

As soon as they saw Kris step out of his car, they rushed forwards and swarmed him, bombarding him with questions.

"Mr. Miller, is it true that your mother is a human trafficker?"

"Was she responsible for the attack on your ex-wife and the loss of your unborn child?"

"How long do you think she'll be locked up?"

"Are you still in love with your ex-wife?"

"What made you choose your ex-wife over your own mother?"

Kris didn't respond to any of the questions, his expression stoic as he walked toward Thalassa's car. When she got out, he hovered around her like a shield as they pushed through the throng of reporters until they finally entered the police station.

"Thank you," she whispered.

Kris nodded, stepping away from her. His face remained impassive, and Thalassa ached to know what was going through his mind-what he was feeling.

Thalassa was called into an office where she gave her statement, recounting every horrid detail of the night she was attacked. Linda's chilling question about whether she thought she would actually have the child she was carrying, spoken just before Thalassa left the Miller

mansion, and what her attacker had said before beating her until she was bruised and bloody and passed out. Thalassa recounted it all with a straight, emotionless face.

When she finished, she stepped out of the office, and Kris went in, now holding a folder he hadn't had before likely the evidence provided by his private investigator.

Even before Kris had come out, the chief officer who had brought Linda approached Thalassa while she was sitting at the waiting area.

"We weren't able to get anything out

of her regarding her connections to the underworld, but your report regarding the attack has been processed. Along with the evidence Mr. Miller provided, which shows a connection between his mother and your attacker, Linda Miller is facing charges for conspiracy to commit aggravated assault, aiding and abetting assault, and fetal homicide. She's going to be put in a holding cell immediately." he informed her.

At that moment, a raging Linda, now in handcuffs, was led out of the interrogation room. Thalassa stood. "Let go of me, you idiots! You don't know who you're messing with. I am innocent. Let me go!"

Her face twisted with fury when her eyes landed on Thalassa. "You! You stupid girl. Don't think you've won just yet. This isn't over!"noveldrama

Thalassa stared at her, the person she detested most in the world. She had imagined this moment- seeing Linda stripped of her power, humiliated, just as she had been when she was falsely arrested years ago, her shame broadcast for the world to see.

She had imagined herself looking

Linda dead in the eyes and telling her how much she'd enjoyed bringing her down and to justice. But as she looked at her nemesis now, she felt nothing but numbness. All she did was watch as the cops dragged Linda down the corridor toward the holding cells.

She stood there a moment longer. When she finally turned, she came face to face with Kris. His gaze was

pointed, yet his expression was unreadable, devoid of emotion as he stared at her.