Love Unbreakable

Chapter 147

I Don't Know Him Raegan couldn't bring herself to turn Henley down, so with a hint of reluctance, sheagreed to call him later.

Once Henley departed, Raegan called for a taxi and set off directly for the cemetery.

This rural cemetery, unlike the orderly urban ones, was a patchwork of simple dirt graves.

Nonetheless, Raegan had ensured her grandmother's resting place was marked with a tombstone.

Upon discovering the tombstone smeared with red paint, rage surged through Raegan, shaking her tothe core, She paid a visit to a nearby family, residing close to the cemetery, and inquired about theincident.

The family, unfamiliar with Raegan, remembered her grandmother well.

Learning Raegan was her descendant, they revealed a villager was responsible, claiming an unsettleddebt.

This villager, they said, had faced their attempts to mediate, but his troublesome reputation preventedfurther confrontation.

Raegan, unaware of any debts her grandmother might have had, was filled with increasingexasperation.

Yet, cleaning the defiled tombstone took precedence.

She borrowed cleaning tools from the family and set to work on the grave, tears accompanying herefforts.

With resolve hardening amidst her grief, she silently pledged to seek justice for her grandmother.

After restoring the grave's dignity, Raegan entrusted the family with two thousand dollars, assigningthem the care of the site and requesting updates on any troubles.

The family accepted, their own financial straits binding them to this place.

Raegan then obtained the address of the villager and began her search in town.

But before she could locate him, a call from Mrs.

Barton, her neighbor, interrupted, informing her of a mob intent on demolishing her house, with eventhe property's owner on site.

Rushing to the scene, Raegan arrived to find a throng of people and the police already engaged.

The property's owner, spotting Raegan, sourly declared, "Raegan, we are neighbors.

We bought this house from your uncle.

You wanted to rent it and we've agreed.

But your collusion with your uncle has led to deception.

We don't want to rent to you now.

Make it clear to everyone that you and your uncle have no claims here." Confusion gripped Raegan.

Since Brent’s detainment after the hospital incident, she had no contact with him.

Before Raegan could seek clarification, she was yanked to the ground by her hair.

"Enough! Pay back the money now!" A young police officer present at the scene stepped in andattempted to keep things calm.

"Let's find a peaceful solution.

There's no need for violence,” he urged.

The property's owner had summoned the police against these troublemakers who refused to vacate theproperty she had legally acquired, despite her having all the necessary documentation.

Raegan's gaze lifted, and she found herself face-to- face with the very image of that notorious villager,the one who disrespected her grandma's grave.

Rage boiled within her as she demanded, “Did you desecrate my grandmother's grave?” This verytroublemaker’s face remained unrepentant as he scoffed, “What if I did? Would you have bothered toreturn otherwise? You little bitch, conspiring with Brent to swindle us, the hardworking folk.

That was our life's savings for retirement!" Beside Raegan, a young police officer filled her in.

Not too long before, Brent had rolled into town in a lavish car, boasting of fortunes made elsewhere.

He had persuaded the villagers to invest, promising returns, and put this house up as collateral.

Unbeknownst to the folks, he had already sold the house out, which was ironic considering Raeganwas now its tenant.

Brent had vanished into thin air.

The air was thick with accusations, painting Raegan as Brent's accomplice in the deception of thevillagers.

Recognizing the dispute at hand, and the fact that the money was given willingly to Brent, the policeofficer admitted the need to locate Brent was paramount.

But Brent was a ghost, and wrath turned toward Raegan.

The police officer tried to mediate, to calm the flames of blame directed at Raegan, stressing Raegan'sinnocence regarding Brent's scheme.

Confusion reigned among some villagers, who questioned if their investments would return with Brent'scapture.

The police officer's face clouded with sorrow as he explained the grim possibilities, "If Brent had fundsto return, there was hope.

Otherwise, imprisonment awaited him, and those money was as good as gone.” Despair then seizedthe scene.

Many villagers, advanced in years and limited in their ability to work, faced the stark reality of beingpenniless, lacking even for potential medical needs, their futures bleak.

A woman's sorrow erupted, her savings eroded in her tears on the ground.

Even as Brent got away with the money, a train of mix -ups occurred as a result of Raegan’s decisionto rent the house.

As Raegan absorbed the depth of the disaster, she implored the crowd, "How much did Brent take fromyou?" This simple question sparked a flicker of hope.

Raegan, known for her job at Ardlens and her university education, was assumed to be their beacon ofsuccess.

They presented Brent's promissory notes, and Raegan's quick tally estimated a staggering three milliondollars lost by over twenty households.

Due to leaving here at a young age to pursue her education, Raegan didn't know many of her ruralneighbors.

Yet their simple attire and sincere expressions spoke volumes of their lifelong toil.

Years of labor had yielded them a nest egg, now plundered by Brent.

Raegan's lips formed a tight line as she declared, "Listen up, everyone.

I'll contribute to settling Brent's debt this time, but should he swindle you again, I'll just stand by since Ihave no part in his dealings all the time.” The young police officer offered reassurance, "Fear not,Brent's misdeed has been spotlighted and circulated in town.

He won't fool anyone again.” The villagers, filled with hope, said in unison, "Fine.

Give back our money, then.” Raegan faltered momentarily, confessing, "The funds aren't on hand atthis moment.

To amass your dues, I must sell my apartment in Ardlens." Her apartment, burdened by a mortgage,would net her approximately 1.8 million after the sale.

The surplus would need to be gradually earned from her earnings over time.

This revelation soured the crowd's mood.

"You vow repayment, yet now speak of asset sales.

Is this another ruse?" The troublemaker chimed in loudly, "Family ties run deep.

She's likely a con artist, same as Brent.” The crowd's restlessness surged, their advance unchecked bythe young police officer.

In the midst of the turmoil, Raegan climbed atop a chair, commanding, "Stop arguing." Silence fell, alleyes on Raegan.

"Do your arguments solve your money problem?” Raegan continued, firm and clear, "I've given myword to resolve Brent's debt and I intend to keep it." Raegan's striking presence, at odds with the localrusticity, lent her words a persuasive gravity.

An elderly woman pressed, "We demand a timeline.

When shall the money be ours?" Raegan expressed regret, "I can't give you a date, yet I assure you, I'llhasten the process.” Privately, she knew the flat’s sale wouldn't be swift, and a shortfall loomed large.

Her job’s salary would have to suffice for the incremental repayments.

The troublemaker couldn't resist saying, "See? She's fooling you.

Don't be fooled by a pretty face.

She'll vanish once she hits the city." The calm was shattered once again by the rising clamor.

Raegan, however, realized this troublemaker hadn't yet presented Brent's promissory note.

So she confronted him, "Has Brent indeed borrowed from you?” He asserted confidently, "Certainly.""How much?" Under her scrutiny, the troublemaker wavered.

"Eight hundred thousand." Raegan's skepticism was palpable.

The cemetery's whisperings had painted this troublemaker as lazy.

He was unlikely to amass such wealth.

It smacked of opportunistic deceit.

"And the promissory note?" Raegan pressed.

Caught without one, the troublemaker bluffed, "No note.

I claim eight hundred thousand, so it is.” Raegan retorted, "Do we just trust your words?” Raegan facedthe police officer, her voice steady, "Someone flung red paint over my grandmother's tombstone.

I've captured the mess in photographs and can bring forth witnesses.

I'm filing a police report this instant.novelbin

Moreover, I doubt Brent ever borrowed money from this man.

He's clearly seizing the chance to bully me for cash.” Caught off guard, the troublemaker was leftreeling.

The notion of him possessing eight hundred thousand seemed ludicrous.

He was merely scouring for a chance at easy money.

His anger surged, oblivious to the young police officer's presence.

He lashed out at Raegan, yanking her hair and hurling her toward the wall.

The sudden violence left everyone frozen, too shocked to intervene.

Raegan's head throbbed from the rough pull, and as the wall loomed closer, she braced for the blow,squeezing her eyes shut.

Then, a loud thud echoed, but the pain wasn't as searing as she feared.

Raegan felt a familiar warmth envelop her and peered open her eyes to Mitchell's stern profile.

Disoriented, she gazed into his dark, piercing eyes, half-believing it to be an illusion.

Mitchell's presence was unexpected and bewildering.

She recoiled on instinct, but his firm grasp steadied her, and she found support against him.

Meanwhile, the troublemaker was restrained by the police officer, his form pressed to the ground.

"Do you require medical help?" the police officer inquired.

Raegan shook her head, feeling a slight spin, but declined any medical aid.

As the authorities began escorting the troublemaker to the station, their attention drifted to Mitchell.

The officer, uncertain, turned to Raegan.

"Are you acquainted with this man?” "Yes." "No." Their conflicting answers slipped out in unison.

A shadow crossed Mitchell's features, his hand balling into a fist, knuckles bleaching with tension.

He felt he was an idiot who came here to offer help to her.