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Chapter_59
The tension in the police station grew even thicker as the young man’s voice cut through the air. Simon, Zachary, and Daniel all turned toward the entrance, where a tall figure stepped in with an air of quiet confidence. His presence seemed to command attention, and his sharp gaze immediately locked onto Daniel.
“You must be Daniel Brooks,” the young man said, his voice smooth but laced with authority. “I couldn’t help but notice the… display of authority here. But I wonder, do you really think you’re in charge of this situation?”
Daniel’s expression hardened as he recognized the newcomer. “Who are you?” he asked, trying to maintain control of the situation despite the growing unease.
The young man’s lips curled into a slight smirk, and he walked forward with purpose, not even waiting for Daniel’s permission to approach. “I’m Wyatt,” he said coolly, his gaze flickering over to Simon. “I believe you’re familiar with my name, Mr. Sunderland.”
Simon’s eyes narrowed slightly, but he remained composed. “Wyatt,” he acknowledged with a nod, his tone neutral. “What brings you here?”
Wyatt didn’t immediately answer, his attention shifting to Daniel. “Mr. Brooks, I must say, it’s fascinating how quickly you’ve managed to escalate a simple misunderstanding into a full-blown spectacle. Assault charges? A concussion from a verbal argument?” He raised an eyebrow, as if the very idea was absurd.
Daniel stiffened. “This is none of your business, Wyatt,” he spat, his patience clearly running thin. “I’m handling this the proper way. Yvette is responsible for what happened to my son.”
Wyatt gave him a thin smile, not phased by his words. “If you say so. But I don’t believe for a second that this is a simple case of assault. And I certainly don’t think a concussion from a table is worth arresting a university student over.” His tone was matter-of-fact, his stance unwavering.
Zachary stood back, watching the exchange unfold with a sense of disbelief. It was clear that Wyatt was no stranger to this kind of political maneuvering. He might be young, but there was something about him that made even someone like Daniel take pause.
Wyatt turned back to Simon, his voice low but decisive. “Simon, I’m sure you know what’s going on here. There’s more to this than a simple disagreement between a spoiled rich kid and a student. I’ll handle this.”
Simon, ever the calm and composed figure, simply nodded. “I trust you will, Wyatt.” He then turned his attention back to Daniel. “It seems you’ve miscalculated, Mr. Brooks. But perhaps it’s not too late to reconsider your actions. After all, you wouldn’t want this to escalate any further, would you?”
Daniel’s jaw clenched as he looked between the two men. For the first time since this whole ordeal began, he felt the ground beneath him shifting. With Wyatt’s involvement, the stakes had just been raised, and Daniel knew he would have to tread carefully.
Wyatt’s presence in the station was no accident. He was a key figure in Seacrity, someone whose influence could not be easily ignored. And as much as Daniel wanted to maintain control over the situation, he couldn’t help but realize that he was no longer the one calling the shots.
The three men stood in tense silence, the weight of the situation hanging heavy in the air. The storm that had been brewing for days was now at its breaking point, and it was clear that Yvette’s fate was no longer in just Daniel’s hands.
