Soon, the police arrived.

Yves was escorted into the car by the police.

Before leaving, Yves looked back and took a deep look at Rosalie.

Rosalie exchanged a glance with him, then quickly looked away.

She really did not know how to face Yves.

When she avoided his gaze, Yves laughed bitterly at himself, and got into the car cooperatively.

The siren roared as the police car drove away.

Luther also greeted his young master and left.

Only Rosalie and Byron were left at the entrance of the institute.

"What are you thinking?"

Byron looked at the little woman beside him with deep concern, "You are still unwilling to believe that Yves would do such a thing, right?"

Rosalie raised her eyes to meet his gaze, speechless, but her eyes said everything.

It was not an overnight matter for her to overturn her perception of someone she had known for many years.

She glanced at the direction the police car was leaving, and asked Byron, "What will happen to him?"

Byron frowned deeply. "Even