The hidden billionaire heiress (Lyra Melvin)

Chapter 621 Albert breaks down and cries

After chatting with Lyra, Malcolm went to the interrogation room.

Ted had been waiting at the door for a long time.

The door of the interrogation room was opened, and the room was empty, with only a table in the

middle.

Albert sat down and didn't even smoke a cigarette.

Seeing Malcolm coming in, Albert immediately stood up, but was held by the shoulders by the police

officers on both sides, and sat back down.

"Malcolm, I'm on a business trip. Why are you calling me back all of a sudden?"

Malcolm's dark eyes looked sullen, and he didn't talk.

The sound of military boots hitting the floor was extremely dull.

He walked to the opposite table a few meters away from Albert and sat down, then said slowly, "Albert,

since you're on a business trip, why do you look like this? Stay in an ordinary hotel, eat cheap instant

noodles. You're hiding from me."

The low and steady voice made him unable to sense his emotions, but Albert could be suppressed by

the powerful aura on his body.

Albert's face stiffened, and he quickly smiled harmoniously, "What are you talking about? Why am I

hiding from you? I went to Lenbirge for business, but I lost my ID card and wallet. My old friend lent

some money to me, so I had to save a little."

Malcolm didn't bother to continue playing dumb with him, but glanced at Ted who was beside him.

Ted bowed knowingly, asked the police officers to fasten Albert's hands to the shackles of the

interrogation table, and then led the other police officers out before leaving.

As the door of the interrogation room slammed shut, only Albert and Malcolm were left in the room.

Malcolm got up and walked to Albert's table. His deep eyes narrowed, with a hint of anger, looking at

Albert condescendingly.

Albert felt the threatening aura on him, and was stunned.

He has known Malcolm for so long. Because he had never fought against him, Malcolm had always

been very friendly to his family, never making things difficult or saying even harsh words, and

sometimes secretly helping him.

Ever since Malcolm became the man in power of the White family, the Albert's family had been living

more comfortably than when Rudolph was in power.

"Malcolm , you..."

Without waiting for him to ask, Malcolm went straight to the topic, "Albert, I already know almost the

truth about my parents' car accident. Do you still want to hide it?"

Albert's pupils dilated, and he quickly became discouraged, "You already know..."

He sighed helplessly, "You sent someone to Lenbirge to arrest me. It seems that Ryan has blamed it to

me."

Malcolm continued, "You were in the driver's seat on the day of the accident?"

Albert nodded. "Yes."

After thinking about it, he shook his head again and defended honestly, "That day I went to socialize

with Ryan, and we both drank a lot of alcohol. I originally wanted to call a driver, but he insisted on

driving by himself, so I agreed. I clearly remember he was in the driver's seat."

Malcolm's expression was calm, "Go on."

"On the way back that day, Ryan said Rudolph was very partial to our eldest brother. He was not willing

to give him the position of heir. He wanted to win me over to help him, but I refused. We had a fight and

I simply ignored him. I remember I was in the back seat. He was driving and I fell asleep, but when I

woke up, Charles, Rudolph, and a bunch of cops were all staring at me."

"I did drink a lot that day, so that I was completely dazed. After being forced to sober up, Rudolph took

us home and beat us up. Ryan insisted that it was me driving the car, and I argued with him. I did drink

a lot that day and I suspected it was all my imagination."

His eyes looked sincere, "Malcolm, believe me. I've thought about this many times afterwards. I'm sure

it's not imaginary. It's Ryan who framed me on purpose, and I really have no ill intentions towards your

parents."

Malcolm listened to him without saying a word, and his eyes were still cold, "Since you didn't do

anything bad, why do you feel guilty and go to Lenbirge to hide, and why didn't you tell Grandpa about

it clearly? Even if you didn't say it at that time, after thinking about the ins and outs of the whole thing,

you should tell the truth."

"I…"

Malcolm glared at Albert. His tone obviously suppressed his anger, "Not only did you not tell the truth,

but you also helped to hide it for so many years. How do you want me to believe you have nothing to

do with this matter?"

In the face of his questions, Albert kept sighing in annoyance, "I'm sorry. Rudolph helped to suppress

the situation at that time, and asked Ryan and me not to mention it again. Denis is Rudolph's favorite

son. Hi death has saddened Rudolph for a long time. I always feel inappropriate to tell the truth at this

time."

"This matter has been put on hold, and later... I did have selfishness."

Hearing Albert's last words, Malcolm snorted coldly, "Albert, you're being honest now."

The entire interrogation room was filled with a terrifying atmosphere.

Albert's forehead kept sweating, and he couldn't hide his emotion and looked up at Malcolm, defending Content protected by Nôv/el(D)rama.Org.

himself.

"At that time, when Rudolph raised you by his side, I thought it was a blessing for you because Ryan

was the most powerful one among all the sons at that time."

"I tell the truth in order to make up for what happened to your parents. If the clan forces Rudolph to

appoint you as the next heir, it will be a big disadvantage for you. You were only two or three years old

at the time, and you had no ability to compete with Ryan. Doing so will only push you in the teeth of the

storm."

"Your parents had an accident. Although I didn't do it, I was there after all. Ryan insisted on driving and

I didn't have a strong attitude to persuade him, which led to such a tragic car accident in the end. I was

also at fault, and I feel guilty for you in my heart. Yes, so I have never thought of competing with you all

these years, but even speak up for you when Ryan is making things difficult for you in the hall."

"Malcolm, I'm sincere to you. Can you... let me go ? I only have one daughter, Sylvia. Her mother died

early because of miscarriage. I have been a father and a mother all these years, and dare not marry

again. I'm just afraid of affecting her mental health. I haven't been able to watch her get married yet. I

really...really reluctant to part with her."

When he talked more about it, his eyes were red and his voice was choked and trembling. He really

loved his only daughter.

He hid in Lenbirge because he was afraid Malcolm would find out what happened back then, and Ryan

would put everything on him.

He had no great ability, nor the ability to collect evidence.

In his life, he just wanted to be an idle old man, and enjoyed his daughter's filial piety in retirement.

That was enough.

He didn't want to get involved in the mess, and didn't have the confidence to convince Malcolm of his

words.

Thinking of his unmarried daughter, Albert was in tears, and whimpered softly with his head down.

"Malcolm, your parents died tragically in a car accident due to the internal struggle of the White family.

Many people were involved. You should take revenge on all of them. I'm not qualified to persuade you,

but can you give some time to me? Let me settle Sylvia?"

Malcolm was upset, but stared at Albert coldly.

The deep and unwavering eyes made Albert unable to know what he was thinking.

But he could clearly feel the chill that burst out of him.

Albert gradually lost his confidence, "I know these are my one-sided remarks, and it is normal if you

don't believe it. I..."

Before Albert finished his words, Malcolm seemed too lazy to listen to him to complain, and turned

away without looking back.

"Malcolm?"

His broad back in the military uniform made Albert unconsciously show some respect to him, and the

tone of inquiry was also extraordinarily soft.

Malcolm never paid any attention and walked out of the interrogation room, making Albert confused.

Then he could Malcolm's deep voice outside the door.

It was very light.

But the interrogation room was so quiet that he could even hear a needle drop, so he could hear him

clearly.

"Send Albert back to the White Mansion, and find two police officers to watch him. He is not allowed to

go out casually. And he must report at any time when he leaves."

"Yes, Mr. Malcolm."

Albert's pupils widened, and his wrinkled eye sockets were in tears.

He was just an old man. At this time, he was crying so hard.

Malcolm believed it? Willing to let him go?

He couldn't tell what he felt in his heart, but he was happy and excited, and his guilt also deepened.