LATTON walks out of the interrogation room, her face flustered. She marched to Derek who was sitting on the bench, head lowered, hands covering his face. When he saw Latton’s shoes in front of him, he lifted his gaze.
Done with the… Before he could finish his sentence, Latton slapped him hard.
“Why?” He asks while holding his throbbing cheeks.
“Why didn’t you tell me that the trial had ended? I look stupid still waiting for the trial when it's already concluded.” She yelled in anger.
Her loud voice started to gather people's attention and it bothered Derek.
He held her left arm and whispered in her ear, “I’ll tell you everything in the car. Let’s go,” he stated.
In the parking lot, both of them hurriedly entered the car. Latton couldn’t stop breathing rapidly. “What’s happening to yo
