Mr. Edwards’ Unraveled Life Chapter 917

Chapter 917

In a holding room, Phillip played the victim.

“I had an episode,” he murmured. “I’m mentally ill. I couldn’t control it.”

The officer watching him didn’t flinch. “Save it. That excuse won’t work here.”

Meanwhile, Rhea received a call from the station. They relayed Seguin’s mother’s accusations.

“She’s lying,” Rhea said, voice steady. “They’ve blackmailed me for years, blamed me for every misfortune in their family. I’ve had enough.”

“We’ll verify everything,” the officer said. “Avoid contact with them. We’ll handle this by the book.”

“I have years of payment records—transfers, messages. I want to file a formal complaint.”