His Perfect Wife Strikes Back

161 Whose Conspiracy Was It

"I hope what you said wasn't a joke." I stood up. "If you want to keep testing me, I hope it's over."

"Mrs Logan, your lawyer is waiting for you in the next room," Eric said coldly. "This is no joke."

"Thanks," I said.

I thought I was going to have to keep dealing with these cops, but the lawyer came sooner than I thought.

Eric led me to another room. A man in a black suit was sitting on a chair. When he stood up, I realized it was Tommy.

"Here's your lawyer," Eric said, pointing to Tommy. "You have 30 minutes."

The door closed, and I said to Tommy, "God, why you?"

"Eva, come and sit down," Tommy motioned with his eyes. "We only have 30 minutes."

"Did Frade find you?" I asked.

"Remember when Daley asked me to do business with him?" Tommy whispered, "I've been following him ever since he was arrested. This morning, one of my informants at the police station tipped me off that the police were going to arrest Daley again. I asked him about you on purpose. He told me that the police have you as their primary suspect. So I called you, but I couldn't get through."

"My cell phone was confiscated by the police." They found an excuse to confiscate my cell phone when they took me to the police station.

"That's why I called Frade." Tommy lowered his head and sighed, "I had a bad feeling when he told me you were being taken away by the police. So I rushed to the manor to meet Frade. Eva, you are in big trouble."

"My troubles have never stopped." I smiled helplessly, "But I have never been knocked down by any trouble."

"I tried to contact Mikeal, but he refused to talk to me." Tommy frowned, "What I don't understand is that Mikeal has dropped the murder charges against you. Why is he asking the police to reopen the case now? What happened between you and him?"

"Things are complicated between me and him," I said. "Maybe he hates me because I'm not his child."

Or maybe he just wanted revenge for Gina. No, he loved his interests more than anyone else.

Mikeal wouldn't do anything that wasn't good for him.

"Does Mikeal know about the will of my mother's family?"

The question hit me.

"I told him about it." Tommy seemed to have a hunch. "Around the time you disappeared, I contacted him and told him about the will."

"If I go to jail, who will get the legacy?" I asked.

"By law, it goes to your mother's spouse," Tommy suddenly realized, "So that's what Mikeal was after."

"What about Mia?" I asked. "Did she get my mother's inheritance?"

"Don't mention that woman," said Tommy angrily, "She told me she needed money to pay off debts, but she lied. So, the day after I received the certificate, I gave her money according to the will. After getting the money, the cunning woman ceased contacting me. I didn't realize how many awful things she had done until I met Frade."

"Tommy. We have less than 15 minutes now." I glanced at the clock on the wall. "I think you know a lot of things, so what do I do now?"

"You must continue to keep silent in the face of the police." Tommy stared at me. "Don't say a word to them without my permission."

"I can do that."

"Now, tell me what happened the other day when you went to your father's house," Tommy said, taking out a notebook from his briefcase. "I need more details."

So I told Tommy what had happened that day. To save time, I focused on how I had argued with Lydia and how she had been pushed down the stairs.

When Tommy finished listening to my story, his face darkened and filled with worry, but he didn't forget to comfort me.

"Don't worry, we'll figure it out." Tommy squeezed my hand. "Trust me."

"I can't go back now, can I?" I asked.

"I'm afraid not." Tommy's tone was bitter. "I'm afraid it's more complicated than I thought."

"So the police will detain me?"

"Only temporarily," Tommy whispered. "I'll find a way to get you out."

"I know." I smiled wryly.

After 30 minutes, the door opened. Eric came in and said to us expressionlessly, "Meeting time is over. Eva Green, you must come with me now."

"Trust me." Tommy looked at me reluctantly.

I smiled at him and followed Eric out of the room. He handed me over to a policewoman, the one who had questioned me in the first place. She didn't strike me as a nice person.

She informed me that because I had been accused of murder, bail would not be approved until I appeared in court. The police will seize my personal belongings. She registered my personal stuff and placed them in a plastic basket before returning the items to me after I had departed.

I was forced to change into blue and white striped clothes and take photos. As the camera took pictures of my whole body, the constant flash hurt my eyes.

I endured the pain without crying.

It wasn't until the policewoman pushed me into a small, dark room that I felt a wet tear run down my cheek from the corner of my eye.

Tears fell on a dirty spot on my clothes, like an ugly dark cloud.

The room's only furnishings were a small bed and a sink. The grey window let in a little bit of light. I sat on the hard bed for a long time holding the clothes the cops had given me.

Is this where I'm gonna spend the rest of my life?

All the evidence was that I had killed Lydia, and I knew it. But I can not let my child know that her mother is a murderer, and I do not want my child born in prison.

Sorry, my boy. I touched my belly, and I wanted my baby to hear me.

No, Eva. You must be strong. It will pass. I continue to comfort myself.

I need to wait,and the darkness can never bring me down.