Chapter 147

Chapter 147

The atmosphere in the interrogation room was tense. Chandler stared fiercely at Stephanie, the veins on his forehead were bulging, He said viciously, “What did you say?”

Stephanie leaned back in her chair and chuckled. “You’re contradicting yourself. It’s clear that you intended to kill me with the bombing on the film set, and also when you kidnapped Christina to lure me out. Florence was overjoyed anticipating that she could get my heart for the transplant. Your sole purpose was to kill me and you never considered Florence’s heart transplant. So Florence wasn’t the precious you were talking about. Only a few people are involved, so Megan is your precious one! Megan is the mastermind!”

Chandler’s clenched fist trembled slightly, and he uttered a few words through his gritted teeth. “It’s not like that.”

Stephanie smiled. “It doesn’t matter. Your death sentence is pronounced. Megan will reap what she sows. It doesn’t matter if you’re defending her now because the truth will be revealed when Christina and Shonda wake up. Justice may be late, but never absent.”

Stephanie stood up slowly with her hands on the table as she slightly leaned forward to look at Chandler’s ferocious face. She smiled provocatively and said, “Can you guess what will happen to Megan?”

Chandler’s eyes were full of viciousness. He wanted to tear Stephanie into pieces, but now, as a prisoner, he was helpless to do anything to her.

Vincent, who had been silent the whole time, suddenly said, “Stephie, you should leave now.” Stephanie nodded, turned around, and left the interrogation room. Only Vincent and Chadler were left in the interrogation room. Chandler gave a sinister smile and roared, “What? Do you still want to kick me? Then do it!”

Vincent stepped onto the ground with his polished leather shoes. He stood up with his hands on the handrail and removed his black cashmere coat. Rolling up the sleeves of his light gray sweater, he approached Chandler step by step, looking down at him with disdain.

Chandler raised his head, revealing a defiant expression. “Stephanie deserves to die… Before he could finish his sentence, Vincent grabbed his neck. Vincent’s knuckles were bulging, and the cyan blood vessels on the back of his hands were tense. Seeing Chandler’s face turn bluish, he had no intention of losing his grip. Chandler’s eyes began to roll back as the whites of his eyes reddened from the pressure. Only then did Vincent stop and throw him

aside.

Chandler gasped for breath. He did not doubt that Vincent would kill him if it weren’t for the law. He backed away and smiled. “You don’t dare to kill me after all.” Vincent wore a cold and stem expression, anger boiling in his gaze. He walked over to Chandler and kicked him in the stomach. He didn’t say a word the whole time. Chandler felt like his body was falling apart. He spat out a mouthful of blood. “You… You are torturing me!”

Vincent stared at him as if he was staring at a lump of meat. He stepped on Chandler’s face and ground it fiercely, “Don’t you believe I can change the word ‘torturing‘ with “killing?”

At that moment, Chandler realized Vincent was not joking. Though facing imminent death, he wished for a quick death. He had never thought of being tortured to death. “You, you can’t…

o a life worse than death.”

Vincent said coldly, “I can’t? I’ll try it, then! I’ll let you feel what it’s like to live a life

Chandler felt a shiver went down his spine as he watched Vincent leave. “It’s impossible. I… I need to apply for protection. Vincent wants to kill me…

After Stephanie and Vincent left the interrogation room, the police chief instructed someone to turn the surveillance camera back on.

Dawn had already broken when Vincent took Stephanie back to the condominium. Neither of them had slept since Christina was kidnapped, and Stephanie had undergone two major surgeries, so she was exhausted. She went into the bedroom and fell asleep right away. Vincent looked at her in distress. As he changed her pajamas, he noticed bruises all over her arms and legs. Those were the traces left when she fought with Chandler, Although Chandler was no match for Stephanie, he inevitably left some marks. Vincent felt that he should have been harsher on Chandler as he believed such a person would never repent. Then, Vincent called Zane. “Place Megan under 24–hour surveillance.”

“On it!” Zane said dutifully.

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Chapter 147

It was said that taking a bath would relieve fatigue, so Vincent filled a warm bath for Stephanie. Stephanie was so tired that she stayed asleep while he helped her wash and dry her hair. Vincent also took a shower, then dried his hair, laid down beside Stephanie, and held her in his arms.

On the other side, Horace and Matilda were notified by the police to claim Florence’s body. Matilda nearly fainted when they saw Florence lying motionless on the morgue table, with a large gash in her chest. “How did this happen? How did Florence die?”

Horace questioned the police, “You must give us a reasonable explanation”

The police recounted the whole story. Matilda couldn’t accept that Florence was the mastermind of the bombing, Sabrina’s death, and the kidnapping, “You’re spouting nonsense! Florence is so obedient. How could she be the mastermind behind instigating others to kill? I’m going to sue Stephania. She must have set this trap!”

The policeman frowned. Given that the affairs of the Hayes family were well known, he couldn’t understand why a mother could treat her twin daughters so differently. “Stephanie is the victim and Florence is the perpetrator. Have you got it wrong?” The police felt a sense of injustice and couldn’t help but remark, “Both of them are your daughters. How can you treat them differently?”

Matilda stomped her feet in frustration and said, “Stephanie is not my daug-”

Horace covered her mouth and hurriedly apologized to the policeman. “Sorry, she’s spouting nonsense because she’s overwhelmed by the shock.”

The police nodded. “After you sign, you can claim the body.”

Horace nodded. After watching the police leave, he lowered his voice and said, “Are you crazy? You almost spilled the beans! Are you trying to get Megan into trouble? Now she’s in the hospital and we don’t know how badly hurt she is. Keep your mouth shut and stay out of trouble! Do you understand?”

Matilda nodded, only then did Horace put his hand down. She looked at Florence’s body and couldn’t help crying, hugging her and wailing. “My poor child! How could you die so miserably? You’ve left me heartbroken! It’s all because of that bitch Stephania! It’s all because of her! She will die a miserable

death.”

Horace also felt deep sorrow. He had raised Florence for more than twenty years and she died so suddenly in such a tragic manner. He swore that he would never let Stephanie, the murderer, get away with it.

After signing the documents, they arranged for a funeral home car to take Florence’s body. Horace and Matilda opted to cremate Florence without a proper funeral, given her disgraceful death. They were deeply resentful as they watched Florence’s body turn into a shovel of ashes. Matilda said viciously, “I’m going to kill that bitch Stephanie!”

Horace glared at her and said, “What’s the point of saying that? Will Vincent even give you a chance to get close to her?”

“Then what do you suggest? Who’s going to bring Florence back? I think Stephanie must have known Flore wanted to transplant her heart, so she killed herl I have raised that bitch for so many years. So, what’s wrong with giving her heart to Flore?” Matilda said.

Horace sighed. “Flore must have been the mastermind, but Stephanie killed her instead. However, why was Megan at the scene?”

Matilda was stunned and stopped sobbing. “Maybe she just happened to have something to discuss with Christina?”

Horace narrowed his eyes. He felt that this matter was not as simple as it seemed, and he was going to find an opportunity to ask Megan.

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