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156 The Secret Left by My Mother
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His Perfect Wife Strikes Back 157 Who Is The Father
Daley gave me a pained look, and then I watched his body slowly kneel before me as his gun fell to the ground. He let out a groan of pain in the darkness.“God, what happened to you?” I held his body to prevent him from collapsing on the ground, a faint smell of blood from his chest. I saw his grey shirt under his suit turn dull red.“You're hurt,” I almost screamed. “Why didn't you say it earlier?”He hung his head in silence as two cars surrounded us. Frade jumped out of the car. He grabbed my arm and pulled me away from Daley.“You b.astard!” Frade pulled out a pistol and pointed it at Daley's head. “I'm going to kill you.”“No. Frade.” I stopped him. “Daley's hurt.”“Just let me put you out of your misery,” Frade said. “Mark, take Eva back to the car.”Mark came over and tried to pull me away, and I shook his hand off. Just as Frade was about to shoot, I called out to him, “Please don't kill him.”“Have you forgotten how he hurt you?” Frade growled angrily. “He must die today.”“C
His Perfect Wife Strikes Back 158 Daley Left
“Eva, is that you?” A weak voice stopped me from leaving. I hesitated for a second and then returned to the room.“There you are.” Daley lay on the bed with a pale face, his golden eyes staring blankly at me.“I just came to see you,” I said, rubbing my belly. “I don't want my baby's father to die before he's even born.”“Is that my baby?” Daley struggled to raise a hand. “Come here. Come to me.”I walked over to his bed. He looked even more haggard after the first aid. His cheeks were sunken and he was in a bad state of mind.“Maybe, just maybe,” I whispered, “This baby’s father is one of you and Frade.”Daley showed a pale smile, “This baby is definitely mine.”“That's what Frade said.” The confidence of the two men made me think they were childish.“I will get medical identification to determine who is the father of the baby,” I said, glancing down at my lower abdomen. “Or until the baby is born.”Daley put his hand on the back of my hand, his eyes fixed on my belly, and then he sm
His Perfect Wife Strikes Back 159 You're Under Arrest
“What are they doing?” I asked Mark.“They demanded a search of the manor on charges of our harbouring criminals.” Mark whispered. “They also claimed that Eva was Daley's wife and was suspected of involvement in the crime. So...”“So what?” Frade demanded.“So the police need to take Eva to the police station to investigate,” Mark says, glancing at me.“To hell with the police,” Frade roared. “I'll never let them set foot in the manor.”“Frade, calm down,” I advised him. “It's not in our interest to go against the police right now. Let them in. They can't find Daley with their dogs.”Frade pondered silently for two minutes. He told Mark, “Tell the cops I need to talk to their boss first.”“OK. I'll let them know right away,” Mark says and leaves.Soon we saw two uniformed policemen in the living room, one tall with a buzz cut, the other small but shrewd-eyed. The two of them stood together like a dwarf beside a giant tree, looking so discordant.“Hello, Mr Logan,” said the little poli
His Perfect Wife Strikes Back 160 I Choose to Remain Silent
“Mrs Logan. Please tell me, why did you murder your stepmother Lydia?” Eric stared at me.'Eva, calm down.' I comforted myself. It's best not to say anything at this point.I took a deep breath and sat up straight. The policeman saw my flustered expression. I mustn't let him catch me at a disadvantage.“I'm sorry, but I'm not answering any of your questions until my lawyer arrives.”“I think I've made myself clear, Mrs Logan,” Eric's face grew serious, “You are accused of murdering your stepmother, and now I need you to cooperate with the police. You must answer my every question.”“No. I need to call my lawyer.” I calmed down. “It's my right.”“You probably don't know how serious this is for you,” Eric said in a threatening tone, “This paper includes a video of Lydia's final moments as proof that you killed your stepmother. You actually shoved Lydia down the stairs, it turns out. You shoved her down the steps, and soon after, she passed away.”He paused, put his head forward and rais
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
His Perfect Wife Strikes Back 162 Prison
One morning, a week after I went to prison, the guards told me I could meet my lawyer in 10 minutes. I tried to control my excitement, hoping that Tommy would bring me some good news during this meeting.The guards took me to the visiting room. This time, Frade came with Tommy. I can't be too excited, because the guards are watching next to us.Frade looked at me deeply, and I could see the worry in his eyes. As I sat down, Frade pretended to hold a pen and write in a notebook. I guess he was pretending to be Tommy's assistant, so he was allowed to come with Tommy to see me.“Based on the evidence we have so far, Lydia was indeed pronounced dead the day after she fell and was brought to the hospital,” Tommy said in a difficult tone, pausing for a long moment before continuing. “The chances of winning this case are slim.”Frade was silent. He wanted to say something but held back. I knew he was worried about the guards.'Honey, don't worry about me.' I looked him in the eye and told hi
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 consc
His Perfect Wife Strikes Back 164 Divorce Agreement
“Why do you have this card?” Frade said, sitting on the couch with the reporter's card in his hand. He glanced over the card and was about to toss it in the trash.“No!” I stopped him at the bathroom door. “Keep the card.”“Why?” Frade said, holding the card between his fingers. If he let go, the card would fall into a nearby trash can.“I'm thinking about giving an interview.” I wiped my damp hair with a towel and quickly walked up to him to grab the card.When I get home, the first thing I do is take a shower. I don't want the smell of cheap prison soap anywhere on my body. I put the reporter's business card on the table before I took a shower. I didn't think Frade would notice it.“You haven't told me why.” Frade looked at me quizzically. “Eva, you're not in the right mood. Is something wrong?”“Nothing.” I tossed the wet towel on the couch and went to the fridge for a soda. “I'm just thinking about a problem.”When I turned around, Frade was standing behind me. He had one hand on
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