Chapter 510: If You Have a Problem, Go Tell the Police

Chapter 510: Chapter 510: If You Have a Problem, Go Tell the Police

After getting the call, Mrs. Rowan, the aunt Wren Rowan had mentioned, rushed to the door and opened it.

The moment she did, she saw a man in a black suit standing at the entrance, his hand raised to knock. His expression was incredibly grim, but she didn’t move aside. Instead, she planted herself firmly in her doorway, refusing to let the group in front of her inside.

"Auntie!" Wren Rowan pushed past the men in black suits and hurried to Mrs. Rowan’s side. She put an arm around her shoulders and whispered reassuringly, "Don’t worry, I called the police. They’re right behind me. They’ll sort this out for us."

Mrs. Rowan followed Wren Rowan’s gaze and saw Evan Keller and the others talking with the men in black suits. The tension gripping her eased considerably.

"Thank goodness they’re here, thank goodness they’re here." Mrs. Rowan leaned weakly against Wren Rowan’s shoulder, her voice choked with emotion.

"Where’s my brother?" Wren Rowan glanced behind Mrs. Rowan but didn’t see him, a note of confusion in her voice.

At the mention of him, Mrs. Rowan’s voice filled with vexation. "The day I argued with these people from the bank, I forgot to keep him in his room, and he overheard."

"Your brother seems to know he did something wrong. He’s been locked in his room for the past few days and refuses to come out."

’Even though my son is intellectually disabled, he’s very perceptive of emotions. He must have sensed my anger and helplessness that day and realized he’d caused trouble.’

’For the past few days, he’s been walking on eggshells, afraid I’d scold him or take my anger out on him.’

’Today was no different. When the knocking started, he just cowered in a corner with his head in his hands, not making a sound.’

Though frightened, Wren Rowan still stood protectively in front of Mrs. Rowan, glaring fiercely at the men in black suits. "If you have a problem, take it up with the police! I’ve already called them!"

The two men in black suits who had been knocking looked grim. One of them stared hard at Wren Rowan and said, "The police can come, but we’re still in the right. You’re the ones who signed for the loan and then defaulted on the payments. We’re just following procedure!"

He said that, but inwardly, the man in the black suit was losing his nerve.

They knew full well the whole business was shady, but now that they couldn’t get the money back, their only recourse was to go after the person whose signature and fingerprint were on the contract.

’Even with the police here, the law is on our side!’

Wren Rowan said nothing more. She stood stock-still, blocking the doorway and shielding Mrs. Rowan behind her, her gaze fixed intently on the two men.

On the way over, Sean Hughes had explained that for an intellectually disabled person like her brother—especially one with hospital records and a disability certificate to prove it—any loan or mortgage contract he signed would not be legally binding.

In fact, if the matter were pursued, a few of the lenders might even end up in jail.

Sean Hughes had told Wren Rowan to rest assured. As long as the situation was as her aunt described—that they were completely unaware of any loan—then it was highly likely everything would be fine.

He told her that once she got home, all she needed to do was protect her family and avoid any conflict with the debt collectors. The police would handle the rest.

Wren Rowan knew she was out of her depth. To avoid causing any trouble for Sean Hughes and his colleagues, she decided to follow his instructions to the letter: protect her family and not say a single word to the collectors, lest she give them any leverage.

So, no matter what the men in black suits said, Wren Rowan kept her mouth clamped shut, refusing to utter a single word.

Their tactics shifted from threats to offers of negotiation. The two men talked until their mouths were dry, but Wren Rowan simply watched their two-man comedy routine in silence, not saying a word.

The man in the black suit talked until his throat was parched. Seeing the woman opposite him remain utterly silent, he finally, helplessly, shut his mouth.

’Forget it,’ he thought. ’I shouldn’t make this my problem. I’ll let Manager Yorke handle it.’

Meanwhile, Evan Keller extended a hand toward the man in the black suit, Cameron. "Police investigation. Let me see your work ID, the loan contract, and all related documents.

"We need to confirm the legality of the contract."

Cameron’s expression froze, and he felt cold sweat break out on his back.

’He didn’t understand. Everything had been going so smoothly. How did this family’s daughter suddenly show up? And she even called the police!’

’This wasn’t what their background check said at all! It had gone completely beyond their expectations!’

’Their preparations were completely inadequate, and now he had no way to warn the company and get them to cook up a new file.’

"I don’t have them with me. They’re back at the office," Cameron said, forcing a strained smile. "If you officers need them, I can call a colleague to bring them over. Save you the trip." As he spoke, he reached for his phone to tip off his company.

But before he could finish dialing, Evan Keller’s hand blocked his screen. "No need. I’ll have two of my men go back with you to get them. We won’t waste any more time."

This was also a perfect opportunity to send someone to check out the company’s situation.

"That won’t be necessary, will it?" Cameron’s expression was strained.

"As bank debt collectors, you’re not even wearing your IDs, which is already a violation. It’s a perfect chance for my men to go back with you and see what other regulations you’re breaking so they can be promptly rectified." Evan Keller seemed to ignore Cameron’s strained expression, settling the matter with a wave of his hand.

Evan Keller then assigned two officers to accompany Cameron and check out the situation.

Cameron’s face was a mask of reluctance. He kept looking back at his colleagues, hoping one of them would speak up and give him an excuse to stay.

’Say something! Somebody, say something!’

’If you just open your mouths, I have a way to make the police leave me here!’

But as his gaze swept across them, anyone who met his eyes immediately looked down at the floor or up at the ceiling, studiously avoiding his gaze.

’Are you kidding? Whoever leads the cops back to the office is a dead man.’

’It’s not even about keeping the job anymore. It’s about whether you’ll face retaliation after the police leave!’

To save their own skins, the remaining men in black suits refused to meet Cameron’s eyes, acting as if they didn’t even know him.

When he realized no one was going to help him, Cameron’s expression soured.

He was in a daze the whole way back. It was only when he saw the familiar entrance to the company building up ahead that Cameron snapped back to his senses, his face turning deathly pale.

’It’s over. I’m dead. The bosses will never forgive me for bringing the police back to the office.’

While Cameron was racking his terrified brain for an explanation, Evan Keller and the other officers had already reached the doorway of Wren Rowan’s home.

One of the officers looked at the two men in black suits still standing guard at the door like a pair of statues. "You two, go wait over there with your colleagues. Wait for us to summon you for questioning."