"Miss Ashley, is there any way to save Mr. Mortimer? We are also involved. I really don't know what to do. The police have searched Mr. Mortimer's home and found that he had an affair with the gangster... Mr. Mortimer is in a very dangerous situation now!"
"I..." "I don't have a way. If I have a way, do I need to join the Mortimer?"?
"Miss Ashley, Mr. Mortimer loves you the most. At this critical moment, you can't just stand by and do nothing! Miss Ashley? Don't hang up!"
I held the phone tightly and didn't know what to do.
At this moment, a maid ran in with fear. "Miss Ashley, something bad happened. A policeman came to you and said he was looking for you..."
What??
When I raised my eyes, several policemen quickly walked in and surrounded me
"Miss Ashley, you are involved in a homicide case. Please go back with us to assist in the investigation."
What?
Why are you here so soon?
I shook my head in fear. "No, I didn't. I didn't kill anyone. Did you arrest the wrong person? Let me go. Don't take me to the police station. I need a lawyer. Let me go!"
"Please cooperate! Don't get in the way of work."
"Let go of me. I really don't know anything..."
……
Debbie was rendered speechless
Trista's POV
Halfway through the car, Donald suddenly received a call. "Okay, I know."
"What's wrong?"
"The police have interrogated you. Your parents refused to admit their guilt and said that the doctor slandered us. Now the police want to invite us to have a look. What do you think?"
"Okay, I just want to see them." I followed Donald to the police station. Unexpectedly, when I passed the interrogation room, Fanny saw me at once.
"You bitch!" She opened the door and rushed to me. "How long do you want to hurt us?"
"You bastard! How dare you bite us to death after raising you up?" My father also ran over and looked as if he wanted to slap me to death!
I said calmly, "when you conspired to kill Grandpa, didn't you think there would be retribution? Now I'm just revenging for Grandpa. You have to pay the price for killing. Well, can't you afford it now?"
"You!" Leonard raised his hand and was about to slap me, but before he could do that, Donald caught his hand and ruthlessly pushed him back. Leonard lost his balance and fell backwards.
"Honey, are you okay?" Fanny helped him up in a hurry and looked at Donald, not daring to get angry. "Mr. Donald, this is our family matter. You seem to be too nosy."
"Trista is my wife. Her business is my business. If anyone dares to hurt her in the future, I will let him pay a heavy price!"
Fanny didn't dare to say a word
"Son of a bitch! If I were to be put in jail, you wouldn't be able to rest assured! Ashley won't let you go! Just wait and see!" Leonard roared angrily.
"Do you mean your dear daughter? No one told you that she is now in the police station. Rather than place her hopes on others, you'd better think about how to confess your crime and try to get lenient punishment."
"You!" Leonard was too angry to say a word.
"Honey, are you okay?" Fanny hurried to calm herself down and said, "don't lower yourself to the same level as this girl. Don't be angry. We won't be angry. It's not good for our health if we are angry..."
Leonard breathed heavily
"Pay with your life for murder. Go to hell and apologize to Grandpa. Even if I want to forgive you, grandpa won't let you go. Haven't you had a nightmare in the past few years? Didn't grandpa come to you?"
As soon as I finished speaking, the two of them turned pale.
Fanny's POV
Over the years, of course, Troy had looked for us in his dreams. I had woken up from nightmares countless times and felt restless on the second day. For this, I had even prayed to God for peace in my heart
But how did the Trista know?
"Because grandpa also came to me. He said you were the murderer! He was waiting for you in hell. As soon as you arrived, the evil spirits he brought with him would tear you up to ashes! Next life, next life, you will never be reincarnated! Grandpa will let you stay in the eighteen layers of hell to suffer, and then you will die with your souls scattered!"
Although what she said is a lie, I can't stand anymore. I collapsed on the ground.
Did Mr. Troy really say that?
How could I die? No, I don't want to die! I don't want to be destroyed!
How could it be possible for him to suffer so much in the eighteen layers of hell
I'm not that stupid!
"You can't scare us!" I replied her in a trembling voice.
"Whether you are scared or not, you will know when you go to hell!" After saying that, Trista held Donald's hand and left.
I helped Leonard up and turned to the person next to him. "Sir, this has nothing to do with my daughter. Why did you bring her here?"
"What she did is different from what you did. Come in and record her confession!"
"What did she do?"
"Murder case."
"What homicide case?"
"Why do you ask so many questions? Come in!" The policeman was impatient.
Leonard and I looked at each other and had to go inside quietly.
"Sir, my daughter is very simple. She won't be related to the murder case. Are you sure?" Leonard said, holding the table.
"She is innocent?" The policeman turned the pen in his hand and sneered, "her romantic history has spread everywhere in City A. Do you think I'm blind? Tell me the truth. Did you kill Troy?"
"Sir, we are really wronged... Look at our honest faces. Is it possible for us to kill someone?"
"I don't know what to look at! Now the evidence is conclusive, and it's useless for you to argue. If you don't want to suffer, just tell me the truth!"
"Bitter?" My eyes widened. "Do you want to abuse lynching on us? If our lawyer knows it, he will sue you!"
"If you kill people, you will die anyway! Others don't care how you die! To put it bluntly, You will die as the way I'll write you die !"
"Sir, let's have a talk..." Leonard yielded. two hundred and ninety-five thousand and seventy-nine
Donald's POV
I came to the director's office with Trista. The director bent down to receive us in person. "Mr. Donald, Mrs. Lion, you are here. Please have a seat..."
The irrelevant people all retreated.
As soon as I sat down, I saw the director of the police station peeping at Trista!
"Mr. Lyle, I don't like anyone to look at my wife for more than three seconds." I sat down and took a sip of coffee.
The chief of the police substation withdrew his sight in fright. "It's my fault. I've never seen such a smart and elegant woman. Please forgive me, Mr. Donald."
"It's okay if you don't want me to blame you. It has something to do with my wife. Well, you can keep the post. If I'm not satisfied with it, I'll change this land into a public toilet."
The director's face turned pale with fear. "I will not fail my mission and give you a satisfactory reply."
"This matter is related to my wife's face. Do you know what to say when the media reporters interview?"
I won't damage Mrs's identity."
"Good."
"Mr. Donald, the Swift family is now suspected of two murders, one of which has no evidence. Based on what a dead servant has said, I'm afraid it's difficult to convict a criminal..."
"That's your business. I want to see the result in a week. By the way, I'll send you a group of people later. You should be able to get some clues from them."
"Yes, sir." The chief said uneasily.
I stood up and held Trista's waist. "Goodbye."
After walking out of the police station, I looked at Trista and said, "I didn't expect you to know psychological tactics. Just now, you said in front of their parents that Grandpa entrusted you with the dream, deliberately provoking their evil spirits. Do you want them to be disturbed in the following?"
"Yes, when the night falls, I will make them feel guilty."
I opened the door for her. "Grandpa will be glad if he is alive."
"I didn't know the real cause of his death until now. I really don't deserve to be his granddaughter." Trista sat in the back seat, side by side with me.
The driver turned around and asked, "Master, Mrs, where are we going next?"
"Where do you want to have dinner?" I will ask Trista for advice.
Trista's POV
"I'm tired after a long day. Let's go home and have dinner." I looked out of the window and murmured, "I have to go to work tomorrow. I don't know what to say when my colleagues ask. I disappeared for half a month for no reason. As the director, it's really difficult to explain to everyone."
"I've already asked Ira to inform the human resources department. You're not feeling well in the past half a month. You've had a small operation and need to rest quietly. Everyone will understand."
"What? You told them that I had a surgery? I'm fine... If my colleague asks me what surgery I had, what should I say?"
"Whatever. You can say whatever you want."
"You..."
I'm speechless.