Getting Him Hooked: Mr. Freeman's Indifferent Sinner Wife

Getting Him Hooked: Mr. Freeman’s Indifferent Sinner Wife Chapter 173

Chapter 173

“It’s not me! Someone framed me!”

These were the first words that came to her mind.

“Ms. Larson, we need to follow us back to the station for further investigation. After all, you’ve appeared at the crime scene. We hope you can cooperate with our investigation.”

Olivia turned around and looked at the policeman as she spoke with trembling lips,” Are you sure you just want me to help in the investigation?”

“Yes, just for investigation purposes.”

Zyla noticed that Olivia seemed in shock and supported Olivia’s swaying body. “Sis Liv, hold onto me. We’ll get Mr. Quinton’s help. Don’t worry. Nothing will happen to you.”

“Hmm.”

Olivia answered calmly, but fear, anger, and hatred were slowly engulfing her.

Last time, Olivia was suspected of employing someone to kill Dorothy in a car accident, and it got her imprisoned. She was sure that the police station had a record of that.

Besides, she would not believe it was a coincidence that the police came after her so

soon.

Perhaps Dorothy had put all the blame on her again this time.

When they arrived at the police station, Zac was waiting at the entrance.

Seeing Olivia arriving, he quickly approached her. “Don’t be afraid, Liv. I’m here.”

Olivia bit her lip nervously and followed the police into the interrogation room.

The policeman sat opposite her, and Zac sat beside her.

The lights flickered with the sound of the keyboard. Olivia’s heart was hammering as seconds passed.

Everything looked familiar, making her recall what she had experienced the last time, especially when those people in prison beat her up. NôvelDrama.Org content rights.

Zac put his hand on Olivia’s wrist. “Don’t be afraid. Tell the truth.”

Suddenly, he leaned close to her ear and whispered, “We have Uncle Wallace’s body and the autopsy report. Don’t worry.”

Hearing this, Olivia’s heart settled down a little.

‘Yeah. What am I so afraid of?

‘I never cheated on anyone or killed anyone. Uncle Wallace’s autopsy report is with me, and I have no reason to be afraid.”

Olivia gulped and looked at the policeman. Her lips were dry as she said, “Go ahead, officer.”

“Why were you in the West Village on the day of the murder?”

“Uncle Wallace had disappeared. Someone told me that Uncle Wallace was in the West Village, and they would return Uncle Wallace to me if I went there.”

“Uncle Wallace came to look for me, but I was in the hospital, and my phone was not working, so he didn’t manage to find me.”

guess he went to Cliffside Villa to look for me, but I wasn’t there that day. It was Dorothy who should have opened the door.”

After keying in what Olivia said, the officer continued, “What else? What did you find out in West Village?”

Recalling that day, Olivia bit her lips. “I went to the abandoned factory in the West Village. When I entered a room, I saw Uncle Wallace lying on the ground, covered in blood and dying.”

“I wanted to call the ambulance, but there was no signal. So, I tried to go outside to call, but suddenly the door closed, and there was a fire outside.”

“After that, I passed out and woke up in the hospital.”

At the thought of Uncle Wallace’s unexplained death and being dumped into the river, Olivia’s tears began to roll down her cheeks uncontrollably.

Zac handed her a piece of tissue and looked at the police officer. “My client and the deceased’s have a good relationship. She has no reason to kill him. Moreover, my client came to the police station to report the case when she couldn’t find the deceased. You can look for the record.”

The police officer glanced at Olivia and asked, “However, someone reported that you went on a date in the West Village, and the deceased happened to catch you cheating on your husband. Is that true?”

“No.”

Then the police officer asked some more questions, and Olivia answered them sporadically.

Out of the interrogation room, Zyla immediately rushed over to Olivia. She was heartbroken to see Olivia’s teary and swollen eyes.