Zoe writhed on the marble floor, struggling to even rise, his screams cutting through the hall. His legs betrayed him completely… both broken, useless.
Then, the sound of authoritative boots echoed as the police officers stormed in, forming a line around him.
“You are under arrest for abetting attempted murder and conspiracy to commit murder,” one officer announced firmly. They cuffed Zoe, dragging him toward the doors.
“Uncle… Uncle… are you just watching? Please… do something!” Zoe cried, his voice breaking, pleading.
Mr. Ivan, desperate to shift attention, interjected, “Won’t you have him arrested as well? Alex just… broke someone’s legs!”
The team leader glared at him, fury in his eyes. “Will you shut up?! Do you think we need your advice? Say one more word, and you will be arrest
