His Perfect Wife Strikes Back

163 We Win

The officers led me to the waiting area. Before she left, the policewoman informed me that my lawyer would meet with me later. She also recalled that there was a bottle of water in the corner.

I crossed my fingers on the table when the policewoman walked away and awaited Tommy's arrival with anticipation.

The things Liv said stayed in my head. They must have discovered fresh proof. She told me to believe her as I gazed into her determined eyes.

Please end this, for the love of God.

"Eva!"

Nearly at the same time, I heard Tommy's voice and the door slamming, and I immediately got to my feet. When I saw my cousin approaching me, he gave me a bear hug right away.

"Mark found the latest evidence," Tommy said excitedly. "You didn't push Lydia to her death. She died of a heart attack."

"Really?" My eyes widened in disbelief.

"Yes," Tommy said, "Mark hacked into the hospital's medical system and found Lydia's original case. In fact, Lydia was brought to the hospital and brought back to consciousness three hours later. Her injury was classified as a minor concussion. It was described in her medical records by her doctor as well. Lydia was hospitalized, but she passed away very unexpectedly. Her initial case's cause of death was listed as a sudden heart attack."

"But why do the police think I killed Lydia?" I asked urgently. "What on earth is going on?"

"Apparently someone tampered with Lydia's medical records, and the police were given a modified version."

"Mikeal did this, didn't he?" I mused. "Maybe he had it all planned out."

"Mark checked the hospital's surveillance footage and found that your father visited Lydia the day she died." Tommy frowned. "Thirty minutes after he left, the nurse went to check on her and found out that Lydia was dead."

"Apparently they had an argument that caused Lydia to have a heart attack." My stepmother was only emotional when she argued with other people, but what was she arguing about with Mikeal?

"Is it possible that Lydia had a heart attack during the meeting with Mikeal?" I pictured Mikeal and Lydia arguing in the hospital room. Lydia had a heart attack. She couldn't breathe in her hospital bed and asked Mikeal for help. Mikeal turned a blind eye.

He watched his wife die in front of him before he left. That was something Mikeal could do.

That Old Fox had planned to pin Lydia's death on me. Did he do all this just to get my mother's inheritance?

Why are the police arresting me now of all times? No, someone must have found him, and then he pulled the trigger.

Who was that?

"Eva." Tommy waved his hand in front of me. "Are you listening?"

"Yes, I'm listening." I came to my senses.

"The police might argue that the source of the evidence is suspicious," Tommy sat down to analyze the case for me, "But when I presented the evidence to the judge, I made it clear that the source of the evidence had to be kept secret. Lydia's medical records are subject to examination by a third-party authority. Mark found the doctors and nurses who were treating Lydia, and as witnesses, they would soon be in court awaiting subpoena. My dear Eva, we are going to win this case."

"So do I have to answer to the police after the trial?" I didn't want to get caught, especially at this point. The police might arrest me for assault. I can't go back to prison. If I fall into the hands of the police, they have a hundred ways for me to die unnaturally in prison.

Now I want to confront Mikeal. Why must I die? But he never showed up. He appointed a lawyer to represent him.

What a coward!

"If you don't want to answer their questions, you have the right to remain silent," Tommy said, "Unless the judge asks you to answer some necessary questions."

"Okay, I get it," I said.

Then Tommy told me a few questions that Eric and his team might ask me after the trial, such as whether I secretly hated Lydia or wished her dead. Tommy thought the police might want to convict me on motive.

"The police will use this to mislead the members of the jury," Tommy said. "To make the jury think you're an attempted murderer."

"What should I do?" I asked.

"When you pushed Lydia down the stairs, did you think about killing her?"

"No." I always thought it was an accident. I didn't like Lydia, but she wasn't on my death list.

"Then answer truthfully," Tommy said.

The police then knocked on the door to remind us that we were prepared for court, and Tommy promptly reminded me of a few things I needed to remember when the trial begins.

Once more, we were in court. Eric's expression suggested that they were prepared to fall short.

As Tommy claims, Eric and his deputy modified their strategy. They first questioned the source of the evidence before attempting to blame me for the attempted murder.

Thankfully, Tommy and I had a strategy. I didn't panic when the follow-up questions came. Eric was helpless in the situation. After almost two hours, the trial was finally over.

When the judge swung the hammer, everyone in attendance immediately got over their fatigue. Everyone in the crowd remained silent while waiting with a serious expression for the judge's final decision.

"After the final decision of the jury, the court finds Eva Green not guilty of murder," the judge said in a low, authoritative voice.

My suspenseful heart relaxed as soon as I heard the trial, and Liv jumped up from her seat in the audience and hugged me tightly.

"Eva, you're free."

Before I came to my senses, Tommy and Liv hugged me together. There were constant shouts of excitement in my ears.

In the crowd, I saw the judge slowly get up and leave his seat. The court police, who were standing beside him, followed in his footsteps. Eric and his team passed me with a long face.

When everyone left, I finally saw Frade's figure in my line of sight. He was standing nearby looking at me, his eyes sparkling with anticipation and light.

I left the arms of Liv and Tommy and walked over to him. He welcomed me with open arms.

"I won," I whispered in his ear. "Thank you, dear."

"It was Liv and Mark. I just..."

Before he could finish, I kissed him on the lips. I hadn't tasted him in a long time.

"Thank you for staying with me," I told him.

"I'm always here, Honey." He stares at me.

As we walked out of the courthouse, a horde of reporters swarmed around us like wasps. The flash hurt my eyes. One of the reporters put a microphone over my mouth and asked me for details about the murder.

"Do you think this is a setup?"

"Eva, don't answer his questions." Frade pulled me into his arms and headed for the car.

"You can contact me anytime if you want to talk to me." The male reporter refused to give up and put a business card in my hand.

When I got into the car, I opened my hand to read the words on the card.

New City Weekly: Guest reporter Paul.

It's the biggest weekly magazine in the country, political and business, and they want to interview me. Interesting.

I can imagine the headlines tomorrow saying things like the rich girl who was acquitted of murder and so on.

Maybe I should set up a time for us to meet.