Winning Her Heart Back

 Someone Came for Her

Emelie immediately sensed that something was off. The case, which had remained buried for so many years, was suddenly dug up now. There was obviously something fishy about this.

She glanced back toward the hospital room, suspecting that this might be connected to Samuel's car accident.

After a moment of thought, she turned to the officers and said, "Alright. I'll go with you."

Jodie panicked. "Ms. Pierce, how can you go to the police station? I'll contact Mr. Bardot right away. This is too offensive."

Emelie smiled. "Every citizen has the obligation to cooperate with the police in their investigations. I have nothing to hide, so what do I have to fear? Just notify the lawyers to be ready."

She added, "And don't tell Wesley yet."

Jodie was still worried, but Emelie patted her shoulder. "Don't worry."

Finally, she waved her hand, signaling the bodyguards to stand down. "Understood."

That night, Emelie was taken to the interrogation room. This was the second time in her life being in such a place.

The first time was three years ago when Elena had set her up. She still remembered the feelings of despair and helplessness from being detained in a holding cell back then.

A wave of frustration swept over Emelie's heart, but she asked calmly, "So, officers, do you suspect that I'd accidentally killed Frankie with that hit?"

The treatment in the interrogation room was slightly better than that in the holding cell. At least she could sit on a small couch here instead of a cold iron chair.

They didn't handcuff Emelie. For now, it was just considered a criminal detention.

The officer got straight to the point. "Did you confirm Frankie's vital signs back then?"

"No. I clearly described in my statement that when Frankie's accomplices returned, I was in a hurry to escape and couldn't focus on anything else," Emelie replied. She'd respond to every question that she could.

"But given that I was suddenly kidnapped while showing signs of miscarriage, and being terrified, hungry, exhausted, and nearly raped, I don't believe that a single desperate swing of mine at the time could have killed an adult male."

The officer said nothing but stared at her.

These veteran detectives had encountered countless dangerous criminals, and their eyes had become as sharp as scalpels. Being scrutinized by them felt like she was being dissected,

with no secrets left hidden.

Emelie wasn't afraid of their gazes and even questioned them back.

"Where was Frankie's body found? Did the coroner examine it? Were there no other fatal injuries on him? How did his accomplices, who are currently serving their sentences, explain this?ConTEent bel0ngs to Nôv(e)lD/rama(.)Org .

"If he had died on the spot, his accomplices would have known. Did they hide the body? Why would they hide it? If I had really killed Frankie with that hit, why didn't they expose me three years ago during the trial? They had no reason to cover for me."

The officer tapped the pen cap on the table as a warning. "Are we questioning you, or are you questioning us?"

Emelie shrugged. "My apologies. I overstepped. But isn't what I'm asking reasonable? These are valid doubts, aren't they?"

The officer said, "The body was found buried under the abandoned factory where you were held. The factory was recently bought, and during construction, Frankie's body was dug up. The coroner confirmed that Frankie only had one fatal injury at the back of his head.

"His accomplices, who are currently serving time, admitted to burying the body. Three years ago, they didn't confess because they had thought that kidnapping was already a serious crime. They thought that they would face even harsher penalties if it was found that a death had occurred during the kidnapping, so they kept it a secret."

Emelie raised an eyebrow. "So, you're saying that they had unintentionally protected me due to their ignorance of the law?"

What a convenient yet absurd explanation.

"Officers, do you really find this explanation believable?"

However, the officers had no obligation to report to her. "The case is still under

investigation, but you're now the prime suspect. So..."

Just as the officer was about to announce her formal detention, the interrogation room door suddenly opened. A junior officer hurried over and whispered in the lead detective's ear, " Sir, someone's here."

"Who?"

The junior officer glanced at Emelie before saying, "William Middleton, someone from the Cloudex Corporation and the Middleton family."