Pampered by my three brothers: the return of the neglected heiress novel Chapter 734

Chapter 734: A pact with the devil

"If you think he won’t survive in prison, then you’d better start preparing his funeral, because I’m not changing my mind."

Stephen Bennet rested his hands on the floor, hanging his head low. His mouth trembled, opening and closing. When he raised his head, he looked in the direction where Atlas had left.

"Atlas..." he whispered, wanting to crawl and beg him more. However, he knew Atlas. If Atlas said he wouldn’t change his mind, he meant it.

"That brat..." he hissed through gritted teeth, only to realize everyone in the station was looking in his direction. Stephen felt his heart constrict with shame as he pushed himself up, trying to keep the last bit of dignity he had.

"Can I speak with my son?" he asked one of the officers. "Please, I have to see my son."

The officer sighed, glancing at the others. "I’m sorry, but we can’t allow any visitors at the moment."

"But I’m family! I’m his father! How can I not see my son?!"

"I’m sorry." The officer lowered his head. "It’s protocol. Your son is a suspect in an attempted murder."

"Please—"

"I’m sorry. You can come tomorrow, sir, but we can’t let you see him tonight."

Stephen stumbled back, looking around to see if there was anything else he could do. But no one paid him much attention in the busy station. When he saw the detective who had escorted Atlas out return, he rushed over to beg him as well.

But, just as the officer had said, they couldn’t allow Stephen to see his son at the moment. Though Stephen wasn’t a government official, he was certain he had a right to see Sven. Yet, he had no choice but to comply.

Stephen walked out of the station with a heavy heart, calling the lawyer he’d sent to Sven to get an update. Even though Sven had admitted to his crimes, Stephen just couldn’t believe it. He wanted to know their chances.

"Hah..." he huffed, stopping in front of the station as his car pulled up. He listlessly opened the door and got in, but as he did, he realized he wasn’t alone.

Looking at the man seated beside him in the backseat, Stephen’s heart thudded nervously. He glanced at the driver and then at the occupied front passenger seat.

"Who... who are you people?!" he shouted, reaching for the door handle. But the driver had already locked it.

Stephen yanked at the door, almost breaking it in his frantic attempts to open it. When he looked out at the station, he slammed his hands against the window.

"Help!" he shouted, hoping someone could hear him. "Help! Someone’s here — I don’t know these people! Help!"

The driver glanced in the rearview mirror, but he wasn’t looking at Stephen. Instead, he looked at the man beside him, who nodded. With that, the driver sped away from the station.

"Help!!!" Stephen yelled as loudly as he could, his heart sinking as he saw the station growing more distant. "Help! Someone’s trying to kill me!"