Boss, Your Ex-Wife is Unreachable Now! novel Chapter 219

“Oh, my poor boy! Does it hurt a lot?” Old Mrs. Mitchell rushed to Connor’s bedside, her heavily botoxed face contorting with worry every time her grandson so much as winced. The effect was oddly unsettling, as if she were feeling every bit of his pain herself.

Then, turning sharply toward the young plainclothes officer standing nearby, she demanded, “And just who are you supposed to be?”

The officer stepped forward, producing his badge for her inspection. “Mrs. Mitchell, I’m Detective Harris.” He turned to Connor, his tone brusque, “Connor, the doctor just said your eyes are going to be fine—a little more time and your vision should come back on its own. Come on, I need you to come down to the station with me.”

He didn’t bother with any polite titles now; he addressed Connor like they were already well acquainted.

Vivian, Connor’s mother, stared in surprise, momentarily thrown. Did this young detective have any idea who they were? Surely he didn’t know that Eugene—the Deputy Chief of Police—was Connor’s uncle. If he did, there’s no way he’d be speaking to them like this.

Vivian opened her mouth, ready to gently remind him, but before she could get a word out, Old Mrs. Mitchell had already planted herself protectively in front of her grandson’s hospital bed, glaring fiercely at the detective.

“Officer, you must be mistaken. My grandson is the victim here, and the facts couldn’t be any clearer! Someone deliberately hurt him—shouldn’t you be out arresting that crazy woman who attacked him? There’s no reason for Connor to be dragged down to the police station, especially when he needs to rest and recover in the hospital.”

What kind of nonsense was this? Expecting their precious golden boy to be interrogated at some police station like a criminal? Outrageous!

Even with his eyes covered in sterile gauze, Connor could feel their judgmental stares burning into him—especially on the side of his face where Willow had slapped him earlier. His cheeks grew hot, not from shame, but from a furious sense of humiliation.

“You—you’re making all this up!” Old Mrs. Mitchell sputtered, absolutely refusing to believe her grandson could do anything of the sort. It had to be a lie!

Vivian was just as incredulous. Connor was handsome, wealthy, and well-connected—what woman wouldn’t be interested in him? Why would he need to harass anyone? The whole thing was absurd.

“Grandma, Mom, I didn’t do anything like that!” Connor insisted, flatly denying every word.