The Prison-Made Queen novel Chapter 567

Leilani had other things to do and never intended to ride in the ambulance anyway. It was just a brief statement; it shouldn't take long, right?

She had just turned around to follow the beat cop when she heard someone call out from behind.

"Leilani?"

The voice was deep, familiar, yet tinged with uncertainty.

Leilani turned her head, meeting a pair of sharp, eagle-like eyes. The man standing before her wore a police uniform. He was tall with broad shoulders, his features sharply defined and rugged, exuding a striking sense of righteous authority.

She froze for a moment. "You are..."

The corners of the man's lips curled up slightly. "It's me. Ethan Jenkins."

Leilani blinked as memories flooded back. It took her a long moment to pull up the recollection associated with that name from her distant past. It was from before she had been recognized and brought back to the Sloan family, back when she still lived in the countryside. He was the tall boy from next door to the old house, the one who always came back during summer vacation to visit his grandmother.

Realization dawned on her. "You're... Nancy's grandson?"

Ethan chuckled. "I'm surprised you remember. It's been years."

He looked her up and down, his gaze landing on her slightly disheveled hair and rolled-up sleeves, a flash of admiration in his eyes. "That first aid earlier—very professional."

Leilani offered a faint smile, opting not to comment.

The young beat cop, still waiting to take Leilani's statement, muttered quietly, "Ethan, who is this...?"

VERIFYCAPTCHA_LABELVerify