He seemed to be in a lot of pain as his hands constantly created new wounds on his body.
Marie, beside him, could not stop it.
Even her face was scratched by Solomon in many places.
When she saw Sebastian, her first reaction was to block Solomon from his view.
"You've finally come.Quick, help me get Solomon out.He becomes like this because he suffocates
here.It must be like this!"
Judging by what Marie said over the phone about the wrongful conviction of Solomon, and Solomon's
hysterical state, he immediately knew what was going on.
He looked at and scrutinized Inspector Pearce, who was looking at Solomon coldly.
"What the hell is going on?" he asked.
As far as he knew, Solomon might not be a wonderful child in the traditional sense, but he had made no
major mistakes.
So he could not understand why Solomon had ended up like this.
Anyone who had a keen eye could tell that this was a manifestation of drug addiction.
When Inspector Pearce heard Sebastian's question, he respectfully told of what had happened in its
entirety, and provided the surveillance video of Club Studio and the testimony of the woman who was
abused that day.
It was almost beyond reasonable doubt that Solomon had committed the crime out of his own free will,
as there was no evidence supporting the notion that he was forced into this.
Hearing what Inspector Pearce said, Sebastian looked at Solomon with a growing bitter look in his
eyes, especially when he learned Solomon was dropping his name in prison.
His anger almost reached a tipping point.
Thinking of his phone conversation with Jared yesterday, where Jared was urging him to let go and not
to harbor a scum.
At that time, he was still clueless about what he was talking about.
But now, it turned out that Jared had gotten the news and warned him beforehand.
Seeing Sebastian's frosty face, Marie trembled uncontrollably and cried.
"You know Solomon.He has always been well-behaved and never fools around.Someone must have
framed him."
Sebastian looked at her puffy, pale, and unrepentant face, and for the first time, an utter disgust flashed
across his face.
"All evidence points to his culpability.Look at your beast -like son; how can you still have the nerve to
say that someone else has framed him?"
Inspector Pearce continued to show him a stack of photographs that clearly documented Solomon's
violent abuse of the woman he had been victimizing for a year, his record of hitting and injuring
someone in a drunk-driving accident, and finally, his vicious behavior toward Car 16 while racing at
Mount Daytonna.
"This disc clearly records the entire process.You can take it back and watch it.Had the driver of the car
behind him not been skillful enough, he would have been killed because of Solomon.And Solomon's
reason for doing that was because of lust."
At this point, Sebastian looked at Solomon, his eyes turning piercing cold.
"He has got a nasty streak in his character; he tried to kill but failed, and then came to the clubhouse to
numb himself with drugs."
Sebastian calmly summed up what Inspector Pearce had just said, with no expression on his face.
He looked at Solomon, who was addicted to drugs as if he were looking at a dead man.
"It's impossible to be Solomon.My son did not kill.Isn't that guy still alive and kicking? Why condemned
my son? Solomon is, at best, a little more playful.Believe me one more time, please."
Marie was still quibbling about it and glaring at Inspector Pearce.
"It's all because of this guy; he framed my son!"
"Shut up!" Sebastian snapped with a frown.
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