Nigel Clegg finally let go of his hand.
Letting the girl sit on the ground.
After she had cried for quite some time, he spoke coldly, "How can you prove what you've said?"
The girl raised her head.
Her face was streaked with shiny tears, seemingly the only pure existence in this filthy city.
Hopes flickered in her eyes, "Sir, before you take me to the Police Station, you can follow me and watch over me, I swear I won't run away. I've done something wrong and I'm willing to accept punishment, but my sister is innocent..."
Nigel Clegg let out another cold laugh.
Suddenly, he wanted to see how this girl was going to continue the charade of her lies.
"Tomorrow noon, right?" he crossed his arms, "Fine, then I'll give you another chance. If by tomorrow noon, whether you have a sister or not, I will send you to Prison."
Nigel Clegg believed that as long as he kept a close watch, it was absolutely impossible for her to escape.
Things were different than before now.
