All Chapters of His Perfect Wife Strikes Back: Chapter 161 - Chapter 170

“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

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

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

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

“Mia, you told us that you had very important evidence that you were related to Mickle Blanton. “Is this the document?” The host said, holding up a document in a transparent plastic paper bag, “Can you confirm the authenticity of this document?”“This is a DNA test result. If you have any questions about the authenticity of the document, you can contact the person in charge of this testing institution at the scene.” Mia casually brushed her hair behind the curtain, “I swear on my life that this document is not a fake.”“Please give us five minutes,” the host said to the camera. “We need to authenticate this DNA test on the spot.”At this point, I glanced at the live show where the number of online viewers had reached 100,000 and was growing.This has gone way beyond what I originally planned. Damn it, Mia, how could she show up?“The DNA document has been verified to be completely accurate.” The host turned to Mia behind the curtain. “This document shows that you and Mr Mickle Blanton