Chapter 181 Chapter 181
The air in the mansion grew heavier as the police prepared to question Cassandra. Nathaniel sat quietly in the living room, his jaw tight, watching as Detective Harris and two officers walked toward the staircase.
Upstairs, Cassandra was pacing the room nervously. She had tried to act normal all morning, smiling and pretending to be caring, but her mind was in chaos. When she heard the knock on her door, her heart skipped.
“Mrs. Nathaniel,” Detective Harris’s voice came through the door. “We’d like to ask you a few questions.”
She froze for a second before forcing a calm smile and opening the door. “Questions? About what?”
“It’s part of our investigation, ma’am,” the detective replied politely. “We’re questioning everyone who had access to the property.”
Cassandra’s expression changed instantly. “What do you mean by that? Are you trying to say I had something to do with that stupid accident?”
“Please, calm down,” Harris said firmly. “We’re not accusing you of anything yet. We just need to ask a few questions.”
Cassandra folded her arms, her voice rising. “Yet? So you think I tried to kill my husband? That’s ridiculous! You people don’t even know what you’re doing!”
Nathaniel, hearing her voice from downstairs, sighed deeply and rubbed his temple. He knew Cassandra could be dramatic, but something about her reaction this time felt off.
The detective stayed calm. “Mrs. Nathaniel, we just need your statement. Where were you the morning before the accident?”
Cassandra’s eyes darted briefly before she replied. “I was at home, obviously. Where else would I be?”
“Did you go near the garage that morning?”
“No! Why would I? I don’t touch cars!”
“Did you notice anyone suspicious around the house?”
She rolled her eyes. “How would I know? I don’t go around watching servants all day!”
Her tone was sharp, defensive—too defensive.
Detective Harris studied her quietly for a moment before writing something down in his notepad. “Alright. And your relationship with your husband—how has it been lately?”
Cassandra’s face hardened. “That’s none of your business!” she snapped. “We’re fine. Every couple argues sometimes, doesn’t mean we hate each other.”
“Of course,” Harris replied coolly. “But according to one of the staff, there were several heated arguments recently.”
She took a step forward angrily. “Who said that?! Which of those gossiping fools told you that? They’re liars! All of them!”
The detective calmly closed his notebook. “Thank you for your time, Mrs. Nathaniel. But please, don’t leave town until the investigation is complete.”
Cassandra scoffed. “Don’t leave town? Are you arresting me now? Because if you are, you’ll regret it! My husband will never let you—”
Just then, Nathaniel’s voice interrupted from downstairs. “Enough, Cassandra! Let them do their job.”
She froze at the sound of his voice, then turned sharply and glared at him from the stairs. “You too? You think I had something to do with this?”
Nathaniel didn’t answer. He just looked at her quietly, his eyes filled with disappointment more than anger. “You’re making things harder than they already are,” he said softly.
Cassandra felt her chest tighten. For a second, her rage almost slipped into fear. But she quickly masked it with a bitter laugh. “Fine! Question me, follow me, search my room! You’ll find nothing because I did nothing!”
She stormed off to her room, slamming the door behind her so hard that the walls shook.
Detective Harris turned to Nathaniel. “She’s defensive—too defensive. It might be guilt, or it might be fear. Either way, we’ll keep an eye on her.”
Nathaniel nodded slowly, staring up at the closed door. “Do whatever it takes,” he murmured. “Because I need to know the truth.”
As the police left, Cassandra leaned against her door, breathing heavily. Her hands were shaking, her eyes wide with panic. She knew she had messed up — her anger had drawn too much attention.
And now, she wasn’t sure if she could escape the storm she had started.