Chapter 590: No Evidence

Inside the police station, Barbara's face was flushed with anger as she passionately defended herself to the indifferent officers. "How many times do I have to say it? I had nothing to do with my sister's car accident!"

Her voice was hoarse and cracked from the strain. "I was supposed to be at the dinner at the Gray Mansion that night, but I left early. I never even touched Susan's car, and I barely know her assistant."

"And besides, they're my sisters. Why would I have any reason or motive to harm them?"

A stern-faced officer impatiently pressed his pen hard against the paper, making a loud thud. "Don't try to play the sympathy card with me, Barbara. The Gray Family's internal battle for inheritance is well-known. Even an average person like me has heard about it."

"From a motive standpoint, you are undoubtedly the most suspicious person in this family feud."

Barbara cut him off angrily. "Motive? You think you can just detain me based on some so-called motive?"

The officer took a deep breath, trying to remain patient. "This isn't detention. We're legally requesting your cooperation in the investigation. We haven't held you for more than 24 hours, as per the law."

"We have to question you when we don't have concrete evidence yet. It's our legal right and obligation."

Barbara crossed her arms and leaned back in her chair, her expression disdainful. "You have your responsibilities, but I have my rights. I don't have to keep answering the same boring questions over and over."

"If you keep badgering me with the same questions, I have the right to refuse to answer. Talk to my lawyer if you have any more questions."

The two officers exchanged a look, seeing the frustration in each other's eyes. They knew they wouldn't get any more valuable information from Barbara, so they stood up and quietly left the interrogation room.

Barbara sat alone in the slightly empty room, closing her eyes to rest. Her calm demeanor and composed actions suggested she was confident she would walk out unscathed, unshaken by the external pressure and doubts.

Outside the glass wall of the interrogation room, a middle-aged female officer broke the silence. "She's not lying."

A young officer frowned, puzzled. "But she's the most suspicious."

An older, more experienced officer shook his head. "We're police officers. We rely on solid evidence, not baseless feelings or suspicions."

"If you really suspect her, you need to find the evidence to prove it. Only then can we legally take action against her."

"Our job is to make sure we don't let a bad person go free, but also to never do wrong to an innocent one."

The young officer nodded thoughtfully. "I get it."

After a grueling six-hour interrogation, Barbara finally returned to the Gray Mansion, exhausted.

As soon as she stepped inside, she was met with a heated argument with her father.

The Gray Mansion

"Are you happy now? The whole of Lindwood City knows I was taken to the police station. Tomorrow, the rumors about me framing my sisters will be all over the news. Do you really think I'm the culprit?" Barbara's eyes were red, tears welling up but refusing to fall. Her voice trembled with anger and frustration.

Robert, already devastated by Victoria's accident, was pushed to his limit by Barbara's outburst. His anger flared, and he raised his hand to strike her.

"Stop!" At that critical moment, Ewan descended the stairs, his voice calm but authoritative. "Resorting to violence because you can't win an argument? Is that the only power you have as a father? Do you think I'm dead and my words mean nothing now?"

Robert froze at Ewan's reprimand, glaring at Barbara before turning to Ewan, his face filled with fear. "Dad, she was so disrespectful. She doesn't treat me like her father."

Ewan walked down the stairs and gently patted Barbara's shoulder. "Do you still see me as your father?"

Robert quickly responded, "Dad, that's not what I meant. The police questioning was routine, not my doing. But she came back yelling at me, not caring about her mother's condition or her sisters' health. She's so selfish."

"Enough, Robert. Your bias is too much. They're all your daughters. Barbara may have had conflicts with her sisters, but deep down, Victoria and Susan are her blood."

"With her sisters injured in the hospital, how could she not be upset? Your prejudice against her is too strong, just like Susan's."

"Until there's concrete evidence, I won't allow you to wrong anyone in this family."

Ewan's words were stern, each one hitting Robert hard.

Barbara, hearing Ewan's support, felt her grievances surge. She wiped her tears and stubbornly asked, "Where's Wesley? Is he back, or did the police take him too?"

At that moment, Wesley emerged from the kitchen with a bowl of steaming porridge. He placed it on the table, removed his apron, and looked at Barbara. "Barbara, you just got back. You probably haven't eaten. I made some porridge for you. Eat something. I need to get back to the hospital. They need me there."