Chapter 60
For a moment, everyone in the venue fell silent.
“Officer, have you made a mistake?”
Carl shielded Lindsay behind him, glaring angrily at the aggressive police officers.
“Let me say again, we’re not to be trifled with and we have proof to arrest you. Now put your hands up and come with us to the station!”
When Carl saw Lindsay on the verge of tears, he quickly softened his tone, “Alright, alright, we’ll go with you. I have one request… don’t scare Lindsay!“}
“She’s never been through anything like this. I don’t want her to be traumatized.”
Hearing this, I couldn’t help but smile wryly.
It turned out that in this critical moment, his first thought was not to scare his Lindsay.
So, does it mean I deserve to die?
‘silently followed beside the police car, my heart bleeding as I watched him whisper comfort into her ear.
“Carl, I’m so scared. Why are they arresting us? We did not harm Alison. What if they force us to confess?” “Sob, sob…
- We haven’t finished our wedding and were cur
like
lightly. “As long as I’m here, they won’t. We haven’t done
Carl spoke gently to her, hugging her close and kissing he will people laugh at me?”
anything wrong. How could they arrest us?”
“I’ll arrange another wedding for you. You can have as many as you want,” he coaxed. His eyes filled with love for her, without any trace of me.
I curled my lips in self–mockery, laughing at myself for still clinging to unrealistic fantasies.
Alison, just admit it … He doesn’t love you anymore, so your death won’t make any ripple in his heart.
At the police station, Carl and Lindsay were interrogated separately.
“Didn’t I tell you to be gentle! Lindsay is timid and easily scared! If anything happens to her, I won’t forgive you!”
Without changing his expression, the investigator pushed him away. “We’re just following normal procedure. This has nothing to do with you.”
Even after being locked in the interrogation room, Carl was still worried about Lindsay’s emotions.
A police officer knocked on the table to bring him back to reality and the questioning began.
“What were you doing on the day Miss Hunt went missing?“}
I
Carl smiled coldly. “What was I doing? I was misdiagnosed with cancer, hooked up to tubes, waiting to die!”
“As for her, she probably ran off to Australia to meet her lover, right?”
The interrogator pulled out my call records and said,rding to our information, Miss Hunt made an overseas medical call
that day, apparently seeking a renowned doctor for you. After that call, there were no call records on her phone.”
