NovelEnglishChapter 659 Before Marguerite could even react, Frederick had swiftly pulled her behind him, his piercing black eyes filled with a threatening glare directed at Yuna.
"Don't makehit you!" Yuna, seemingly driven mad with grief, yelled back at Frederick, "Freddie, how can you still defend Marguerite at a tlike this? It was my mom who fell into the river! My mom is dead! How long are you going to keep siding with her?" As Yuna spoke, she burst into tears and ran to support Hackett.
"Dad! Mom's death has to be connected to Marguerite! We can't let her get away with this! She was my mom, my real mom!" At that moment, Hackett was overcwith grief, clutching his chest, trembling, and too distressed to utter a word.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtRobert, seeing this, pushed Yuna away, his own sorrow amplified by Yuna's outburst, turning into raging anger. "Mom hasn't even been found yet, and you're in such a hurry to tell the whole world she's dead? Can you just shut up?" Seeing that no one was willing to stand up for her, not even Hackett, Yuna was completely infuriated.
Ignoring Frederick still standing in front of Marguerite, she lunged at Marguerite again, reaching out to grab her hair.
The police officers, quick to react, immediately stopped Yuna.
"Letgo! What are you cops even good for? The murderer is right there, and you're arrestinginstead?! Let go!" "Ms. Lockwood, I completely understand your distress. However, we can't just accuse someone without a proper investigation. Moreover, there's no evidence linking her to the incident. Given the rural, winding roads, and the blizzard last night, it's very likely it was just a tragic accident." "How can it just be a tragic accident? She called my mom, and then my mom had an accident!" "All of this is speculation at this point. We're not ruling out other possibilities. Rest assured, we will start an investigation immediately." After speaking, the officer turned to Marguerite and asked, "The last call the victim made before the accident, that was to you, correct?" Marguerite nodded meekly, "Yes." "You'll need to cwith us to the station to give a statement." Marguerite did not object, but Frederick, with a fierce look, blocked the officer's path.
"We'll do it here." The officer glanced at the emotionally charged Yuna, paused, and then explained in a lower voice, "Mr. Winston, under these circumstances, that might not be advisable. Don't worry, we won't harm her, but we do need to follow procedure. Please, Mr. Winston, cooperate with our investigation." Marguerite looked up at Frederick, and perhaps it was her overwhelming sadness at the moment that clouded her judgment, but she felt there was a tender concern in Frederick's gaze.
She quietly squeezed his cold, large hand. "Don't worry, I'll be okay." Frederick's lips tightened, and then he swiftly took off his black coat and draped it over Marguerite's slender shoulders, a gesture of intimate care.
He then sternly instructed the officer, "Bring her back soon." "Yes, Mr. Winston!"
Marguerite followed the officer into wrapped in the police car, wrapped in the warmth of the man's coat, yet her heart remained cold.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmIf the truth was as Yuna claimed, that Penelope had died because of am phone call with her, then Marguerite would never be able to forgive herself. An hour later, at the police station.
Marguerite was directly taken to the interrogation room.
Thinking of the scenes from TV s, where suspects are brought into the interrogation room-in m handcuffs, she wondered if Frederick had intervened on her behalf or if there was another reason, but the police were exceptionally polite to her. Without the restraint of handcuffs, the officer who brought her back even poured her a cup of hot tea.
"Don't be nervous, just tell us what Penelope said to you on the phone."
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