Chapter 36 Chapter 36

Chapter 36 Chapter 36
MARTHA'S POV:

My heart was still pounding after I had hopped out of Mr. Weston's car. I still could not believe that he was a true werewolf. I needed to make my research about him and be sure that I hadn't conceived that man's baby.

Mr. Weston had reminded me countless times that man was a Prince. I could not have anything linking me to him. So why was my heart pounding at the recollection of him? Why were my cheeks burning hot thinking about his unclad body?

Steadying myself, I firmly held my handbag, walking towards the front of the house.

When I glanced at the driveway, I saw Mark's black car seated there, and I knew that he would be inside.

When I arrived at the front door, I pressed the doorbell, and Elena swung it open.

She wore an orange dress that was revealing her thighs. Her face looked miserable, and I knew that she was faking it to make it appear like she hadn't slept the night before.

"Welcome, sis. You're here," Elena spoke in the softest tone, and my eyes narrowed at her.

Moving away from the door, Elena made way for me to enter the living room.

The air was thick with tension as two policemen in black stood there, their expressions firm.

"Good morning, officers," I greeted them, and they smiled at me politely.

"Welcome, Martha." The policeman in charge of my case took the lead.

"I am sorry we have to come this early," he apologized as he stepped forward. He stood taller than me, and I saw Mark step out of the kitchen with another policeman. I hadn't taken note of the police car on the street.

"It's fine, Officer. I should have slept here last night, but I didn't want to," I said, and the policeman in charge nodded.

"I understand. So I will start a few interrogations. Do you have any evidence to show that your stepmother had been maltreating you, like physical injuries, and also proof that she has been starving you, if you keep any recording of them?"

I scowled. Of course, I hadn't taken pictures of that. But after a while, I had kept the proof of receipts that I was the one paying my bills, with Sandra heavily claiming that my father left the company to her, while I was to live in the house until I got married. It was why she had insisted that I got married to Mark, since it was my father's wish to see our family united with the Elliot family.

Mark glared at me as he strode into the living room. Before I could speak, Elena chimed in, "Officer, my sister doesn't have any proof that we have been maltreating her. She is just trying to send my mother to jail because she doesn't like her."

"Miss, I will appreciate that you stay out of this. I already asked you before your sister got here if you have any proof that you and your mother are taking care of Martha," the policeman asked, his gaze cold as he glared at Elena.

"Officer, how do you expect us to keep such proof as to all we do for her? This is unjustified and against the human right of my mother. You are wrong. All wrong!" Elena shrieked like a lunatic, and the policeman pulled off his handcuff from where he had clipped it on his trousers.

"If you interrupt me again, I will start with having you arrested and using your words against you," he warned, his voice cold.

Elena clipped her lips and glared at me as she waited for me to pull my evidence.

I pulled my phone and showed the transaction history of my salary account—how I spent the money and how I had to pay for my own tuition after Sandra had withdrawn her support. According to her, my father never stated that she should use the company's money to support my education.

The policeman nodded when he saw all the evidence that I had been the one footing all my bills from two years ago, when my father kicked the bucket. He nodded and smiled with assurance.

"This is enough evidence that your stepmother treated you unfairly," he said when he finished going through the transactions. "I will need your phone for a while. And do you have anything to say about this?" He turned to Elena, who crossed her arms over her chest in anger.

Elena looked away, clearly furious. Mark stepped forward and said, "Martha, you are taking this too far. Ain't you the one who said that you want to pay your bills by yourself? Why are you now trying to blame it on your stepmother? I even offered to help you, but you declined."

"What?" I gasped, before I burst out laughing, clearly amused by Mark's professional lie.

"Mark, if I remember correctly, you said that you will only be able to support me after we get married and after you have helped me to get my inheritance from my mother. You said that the money you earn at the company is poor to support my education. Did I lie about this?" I asked, my tone firm.

Mark frowned when he saw the policeman had finished forwarding my evidence to his phone.

"Martha, all these are bygones. You won't gain anything in getting revenge. I agree that I was wrong. Let your stepmother go. You won't get your father back, neither will you get your mother too. But Elena still has a chance to be with her mother. Please..." Mark pleaded, and this was about Elena. It wasn't about how I got maltreated.

"No way. Sandra has to face the law. She needs to be investigated fully and brought to justice," I declared.

Mark glared at me when he lost words to beg me again.

Turning to face the policeman, who returned my phone, I asked, "Officer, I don't know if it will affect my account, but I wanted to ask: if I receive money, will it spoil the case?"

"No. It will not. When are you planning to get the money?" he asked, his voice calm.

"Today. A friend wrote me a check of 3 million, and I don't know if it's legit. But I want to know if getting money now will affect my account records."

"No. We only need past evidence to know how you got maltreated. You can get money or whatever fundraiser that you want, but it won't affect your account. That will be all for today. Your stepmother will be charged to court for final hearing," the policeman said as he prepared to leave with his colleagues. Elena rushed forward.

"Officer, please, don't sue my mother to court. Please. Forgive her."

"Stand back!" the policeman growled, and Elena tearfully stood back, while Mark walked up to meet her and gave her a comforting hug.

I remembered and asked, "Officer, how about my father's death? I would like to know how he died."

"Miss, except with an evidence. If there is no evidence to prove how your father got killed, the judge will brush the matter. So you should hire an investigator to help you out," he explained, and I nodded and thanked him.

"Thank you, Officer."

"You're welcome, miss. If you have any issues, you can contact me, and we will keep in touch too. Take care," he said, before he left with his team.

As I was late for my class, I turned and dashed out of the house, not wanting to spend any more minutes there with Elena and Mark.