The Doormat Wife’s Ultimate Glow-Up novel Chapter 221

A cop showed up at the door, guiding in a man in a sleek suit and gold-rimmed glasses.

“Ms. Meyer, I’m Bryce. Matthew sent me—I’m your lawyer on this case.”

He offered a reassuring smile. “You don’t have to worry. I’ve already gone over everything. I’m here to file for your bail.”

The officer beside him looked uncomfortable. “Bryce, this case is tied to the Ratcliff family. We…”

“Officer.” Bryce cut him off, adjusting his glasses. “By law, Ms. Meyer has been held for over twenty-four hours. The only evidence is that she entered the hospital room. That’s not proof of a crime.

“There’s no basis for an arrest here. Legally, bail should be granted.”

He paused, voice calm but firm. “If you refuse to process her release, that’s a breach of procedure. And if my client files an appeal, it could affect the department’s reputation.”

The officer hesitated, then finally let out a sigh. “Alright. We’ll start the paperwork.”

Thirty minutes later, Reese walked out the precinct doors.

The evening air was cool and crisp, brushing against her face. For the first time in days, she felt her nerves finally start to unwind.

“Bryce, thank you so much for today.”

“No need for thanks, Ms. Meyer. This is just my job.” He waved off her gratitude, sounding lighter now. “Don’t worry. I’ve looked over everything, and there’s not nearly enough evidence to charge you. I’ll gather what we need to clear your name, promise.

“Matthew is still on his way back. He’s worried about you. You should let him know you’re safe.”

Reese nodded. She knew if Matthew hadn’t brought in Bryce, she might still be stuck inside.

After saying goodbye, she pulled out her phone and turned it on. Instantly, a flood of texts and missed calls came pouring in.

Most were from Millie, who must have heard about everything with the Ratcliff family.

Reese shot Millie a quick text to let her know she was okay, then called Matthew.

He picked up after barely a ring, his voice steady and calm. “Reese? You’re out?”

Reese let out a relieved breath and was about to put her phone away when it started buzzing again. Millie’s name lit up the screen.

She answered quickly, barely getting out a hello before Millie’s shaky, tearful voice broke through. “Reese! I finally got through. You have no idea how scared I was when I heard. I thought…”

“Millie, I’m so sorry I made you worry.”

Reese’s voice was gentle and apologetic. “The police took my phone these last two days, so I didn’t see your calls. I’m out now, everything’s fine, I promise.”

“I’m just glad you’re safe.”

Millie sounded calmer, though her relief was obvious. “Where are you? I’ll come find you. We need to talk.”

“I’m at the park near the station. Come over, I’ll wait for you.”

Reese hung up and found a bench, watching people come and go while she waited for Millie.

When Millie arrived, she drove Reese back to her apartment. Once Reese had showered and changed, she was about to order groceries and start dinner—but Millie swooped in and grabbed her phone before she had the chance.