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160 I Choose to Remain Silent
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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
His Perfect Wife Strikes Back 165 Presidential Candidates
In the hospital ward, I lay on the bed. The medical monitor made a dripping sound in my ear. To pass the time, I reached into my nightstand, picked up the remote control, and turned on the TV hanging on the wall.“Hey, are you feeling better?” Frade pushed the door open.“Can you tell the doctor to turn off the damn device?” I hate to hear such a short and continuous dripping sound, which makes me mistakenly think that I am seriously ill.“It's a baby heartbeat monitor.” Frade, who is sitting next to me, glances at the flashing red light. “I don't like the sound of it either, but it can monitor the baby's heartbeat at any time. You have to listen to the doctor.”“Is there something wrong with the baby?” I asked hastily.“It's fine.” Frade put his hand on my belly. “The doctor said that it's normal to have occasional abdominal pain in the early stages of pregnancy.”I breathed a sigh of relief.“The doctor said you need to rest and keep a relaxed mood.” Frade said, holding my hand, “Th
His Perfect Wife Strikes Back 166 Secrets To Be Made Public
“I've decided to hold a press conference.” I sat up straight, “That's why I need to keep the card. I recently saw a media report online about my imprisonment. I wanted to take this opportunity to teach Mickle a lesson.”“How?” Frade asked.“I want to spread my personal experience online through the media,” I told him. “I think the media will definitely be interested in my experience. Maybe they'll even help me publish a book.”“You think that's gonna scare Mickle?”“I'm going to tell the press about my relationship with Mickle,” I said. “As soon as the secret is undiscovered, he won't be able to hurt me in private. After all, his actions are under watch.”“Eva, are you sure you want to do this?” Frade looks at me worriedly. “Don't you want to get out of here for a while?”“We're not going anywhere,” I said, “Danger is everywhere. When all the conspiracies are exposed to the light of day, the true faces of the villains will be revealed. Frade, this time we're up against something. Runn
His Perfect Wife Strikes Back 167 Interviews With A Journalist
Tommy put me in touch with a reporter from the New City Weekly, and we set up our first interview in a hospital room.I had planned to meet him in a cafe near the hospital, but Tommy thought it would be better for me to do my first interview there. First, for security reasons, and second, Tommy believes that journalists are emotionally involved in the writing of their stories. If a reporter sees me in my hospital gown, he'll be more sympathetic to me.He is about to hear a pregnant woman describe her own traumatic experiences, and he cannot help but feel compassion for the woman. And he will incorporate that compassion into his writing.And as Tommy imagined, when New City Weekly's Paul first met me, his eyes lit up with surprise. At the beginning of the interview, he asked some tough questions.This, as Tommy told me, was a common trick with journalists. They ask tough or embarrassing questions to test the reactions of the interviewees. The goal is usually to test whether the intervi
His Perfect Wife Strikes Back 168 Mia Appeared
“The press outside the manor has been waiting for three days,” Frade said, looking out through the window. “Do you want me to have them removed?”“It's unnecessary.”I saw a lot of reporters sitting on the side of the road outside the manor with cameras around their necks. They stared expectantly at the gate. As soon as someone or a car came out, they would rush in.“Send some food and water to them,” I told Frade. “They may have to wait another two days.”“Are you going to talk to those people?” Frade looks at me in confusion.“Why not?” I said. “People always want to know the truth.”Then Frade made a phone call to tell the housekeeper to bring food and water to the waiting reporters outside. The second he hung up, his phone rang again.“Mark and Liv want to see you,” Frade said, clutching the phone. “They're near the estate.”“I'd love to meet them.” I took Frade's call. “Hey, my spy friends. You can go straight to the manor.”Mark's voice came from the other end of the line. “We g
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