LOVE YOU, UNCLE

After receiving the news from Alvin the night before that the suspected person who hit Ghea had been apprehended, Randy decided to go to the police station early in the morning. He intentionally brought Ghea along because the police needed her statement to further investigate the accident that had befallen her some time ago.

Exiting the black Range Rover he was driving, Randy tightly held Ghea’s hand as they walked together towards the interrogation room. Once inside, they were directed by the officers to check the man who had been successfully detained.

There, a man around 35 years old sat on the defendant’s chair with his head bowed. Randy then cast a penetrating gaze, assessing the appearance of the man who had caused his wife’s accident and might have led to a miscarriage.

Randy’s jaw seemed to tighten. His calm face slowly turned red. Emotions were clearly evident on the man’s face. If there were no police officers present, the narrow-eyed man might have attacked or sought revenge against the perpetrator.

“So, this is the culprit?” Randy asked the investigators guarding the room.

“Yes, Sir. We managed to apprehend the perpetrator while he was resting at a small hotel quite far from the city center.”Content © NôvelDrama.Org 2024.

Randy nodded as he stepped forward. He pulled out an empty chair in the room, instructing Ghea to sit first. Meanwhile, he approached the perpetrator and sat directly in front of him.

“Why did you dare to hit my wife’s car?” Randy stared with disdain. He displayed a sharp grin as he joined the interrogation. “Was it intentional? Or perhaps someone ordered you to do it?”

The man in front of Randy remained silent. As if intentionally keeping quiet and refusing to respond.

“Answer me!” Randy’s outburst startled Ghea. In all their years together, this was the first time she had seen Randy so angry with someone else. “I assure you that you’ll rot in jail if you don’t answer my questions!”

The man in front of Randy immediately looked up. A fearful expression appeared on his face, and he shook his head repeatedly. Apparently, he was afraid of the threat Randy had just given.

“Don’t, Sir. I don’t want to stay in jail for long. My child is in the hospital right now.”

“In that case, I request your cooperation. But if you keep silent, that’s not a problem. I won’t let you out of jail no matter what.”

The man in front of Randy became even more frightened. His face turned pale. He looked at Randy as if pleading for forgiveness.

“Forgive me, Sir. I hit your wife because I was following orders.”

“Orders to kill my wife?” Randy raised one of his eyebrows, then squinted sharply. “Do you want my child and wife dead too?”

The man shook his head repeatedly.

“For God’s sake, I was just following orders. I did this because the reward was enormous.”

“Who ordered you?” Randy asked again.

“I swear, by anything, I really don’t know who the person is.” The man cowered in fear. “Yesterday, one of my friends deliberately offered me a job. He said there’s someone willing to give a substantial commission if I dared to follow his orders. Coincidentally, I needed money for my child’s heart surgery.”

“Then what happened?”

Everyone in the room seemed to be listening attentively to the perpetrator’s explanation. The man couldn’t hide his fear as he recounted the chronological sequence of events.

“Basically, one day before the incident, my friend did offer me a job. He knew that I needed a lot of money for medical expenses. After some discussion, my friend gave me the number of someone I didn’t know to contact immediately. When I called, the person with the number offered to pay me 100 million if I successfully followed and crashed into someone’s car. At first, I was hesitant. I had never committed a crime in my life. But the caller kept pushing, even raising the payment to 150 million. Because I was desperate, I finally agreed.”

“Did you immediately carry out what was instructed at that time?” the investigator asked while typing down the perpetrator’s confession.

“No, Sir,” the man shook his head. “The next morning, I was given the complete address, a photo of the target, and a picture of the victim’s frequently used car.”

“Then, how did you know when the target would leave the house?”

“As soon as I got the complete address, I went straight to the target’s house. I intentionally observed all the movements of the target not far from their home, waiting for the opportunity when the person I was targeting would come out.”

Randy could clearly see how the perpetrator appeared calm as he explained and detailed each of his actions to the investigative team.

“Until finally, I saw a woman who I believed was the target leaving the house. I deliberately waited for a while there. Then, not long after, the car I was targeting started moving, seeming to be heading to the city center. I kept focusing on finding an opportunity. Once there was a chance, I followed closely and abruptly turned the steering wheel to the right very hard. Intentionally crashing into the targeted car until losing control and hitting the road barrier.”

Randy clenched his fists angrily, trying hard to keep his emotions from exploding.

“So, after you finished crashing into the car my wife was in, what did you do?” Randy asked with a calm expression.

“I briefly pulled over to take pictures from a distance. Then, I sent them to the person who paid me. The next moment, I immediately hit the gas to escape so I wouldn’t be caught by the angry crowd.”

Randy nodded, took a deep breath, and then bombarded the perpetrator with different questions.

“After successfully carrying out this criminal mission, were you really paid by the person who used your services?”

The man nodded.

“A few minutes after I sent the photos, a banking SMS notification came to my phone. The promised amount of 150 million really entered my account right away. After that, I went straight to the hospital to pay for all my child’s medical expenses.”

Randy’s gaze then shifted to the investigative team.

“Sir, have the investigators checked the source of the funds sent to the executor? Or maybe also check the phone number that contacted the perpetrator.”

The police officer nodded.

“Don’t worry, Mr. Randy. We conducted the check last night. Even the suspected account owner has been detained in the next room.”

The big-built police officer handed a white sheet of paper to Randy and Ghea to inspect.

“Account under the name of Dion Prasetya?” Randy asked after reading the name on the paper.

“Dion Prasetya?” Ghea repeated her husband’s words.

“Why, Ghe? Do you know him?”

“Yes,” Ghea nodded confidently. “That’s the name of Giselle’s friend.”

“Oh God…” Randy was startled by Ghea’s recent confession. “Could it be my suspicion is correct, and Giselle or maybe your stepmother is involved in this issue?” Randy then turned his gaze to the investigative team. “Sir, it’s better to pick up a person named Clara Ivanka and also Giselle at their residence now. I’m willing to bet and very sure that they must be connected to the planned accident that happened to my wife.”

The police officer nodded again.

“Actually, Dion also provided information that he was ordered by a woman named Giselle Maxwell. That’s why the police team already picked them up an hour ago. They might arrive at the office soon.”