Chapter 730: Are you sure you want to drag them into this?

"I didn’t do it! I’m being framed! It was Atlas!" Sven yelled, his voice echoing in the interrogation room. He slammed his hands against the metal table, making his cuffs and chains rattle. But he didn’t stop, continuing to rage and deny the accusations against him.

"I said it’s not me!" Sven roared, grinding his teeth in frustration. "Can anyone hear me?! I said I’m being framed! Where’s my lawyer?! I know someone is in that mirror!"

Sven glared at the mirror, knowing someone was watching him. "Do you think this is funny?! I said I didn’t do anything! I’m innocent—this is a setup! I said this is a setup—"

"Now, now, please calm down, Mr. Sven Bennet."

Sven stopped when a detective walked into the interrogation room, carrying a small laptop. He snapped his eyes to the man, desperation flickering across his face.

"Detective, I didn’t do it, okay? I was set up!" Sven leaned closer to the table, panic tightening his voice.

"Well, if you want to give me your statement, can I set up my laptop first?" the detective asked.

"I’m telling you!" Ignoring the detective’s calmness and laziness, Sven pounded his fists on the table. "I’m telling you, I’m being set up! I didn’t do it!"

"Okay..." The detective nonchalantly set up his laptop, his fingers moving deliberately slowly. "Can you tell me what happened?"

"I was a patient, okay?!" Sven patted his chest in a panic. "If you don’t believe me, then check my records! I tried to kill myself because of the stress and humiliation Atlas put me through. He’s been jealous of me, so he’s trying to bring me down by doing this!"

The detective nodded, typing at a leisurely pace, as if he was less than thrilled by the task. "And then? If you tried to kill yourself, why did you change into a nurse’s outfit to get into Mr. Allen’s room? How did that happen?"

"Atlas did it!"

"How did you know he did it? Did he ask you to do it?" The detective tilted his head to the side. "From the evidence we gathered, Mr. Atlas Bennet didn’t send you any messages, nor did he call you. He didn’t even come by your ward."

"What?" Sven’s mind went blank, and the detective blinked at him slowly.

The detective shook his head and sighed, glancing at the mirror before focusing on Sven again.

"Mr. Sven Bennet, you see... your story doesn’t match the evidence," the detective said. "It’s full of holes, and instead of clearing anything up, it just makes you seem more guilty. Why don’t you just admit that you plotted everything? That Mr. Allen caught you stealing data from the company, and to stop him from telling someone, you tried to kill him?"

"And when he didn’t die, you attempted suicide, so you’d be taken to the same hospital where you could carry out your wicked plan," the detective continued, looking at Sven with lazy certainty. "Isn’t that what you did?"

Sven shook his head weakly, his thoughts jumbled. "No, that’s not..." He trailed off, his breath hitching. "I need to use the phone."

"A phone?"

"I need my lawyer now."

The detective blinked, rocking his head slightly. "Okay," he said. "Your lawyer is already on the way."

"Then until he gets here, I’m not saying another word!" Sven snapped, clamping his mouth shut.

"Are you sure you don’t want to talk right now?"

This time, Sven didn’t respond. The detective tried a few more times to get him to talk, but Sven remained silent.

"Goodness..." the detective sighed, leaning back lazily. "Tsk, tsk."

Knock, knock.

"Sir, his lawyer is here," an officer said, peeking into the room.

"Alright, I’m coming. Let him in." The detective nodded, casting Sven a look. "Mr. Bennet, let me tell you something. If you have anything to say, you should tell me now. I promise to find whoever’s really responsible if what you’re saying is true."

But Sven didn’t answer. He merely glanced at the detective as he left. At the same time, a middle-aged man in a suit entered the room and sat down across from him.

"You have to get me out of here." Sven’s first words were laced with desperation. "I’m being set up, and I need my phone."

He leaned forward aggressively. "Attorney, the evidence is there, okay? It’s on my phone. Can we use it so I can get out of here?"

"Mr. Bennet, what are you talking about?"

"My phone!" Sven hissed, raising his voice before quickly calming himself. This man was his only hope of getting out. Taking a deep breath, he continued, "What I’m saying is, my phone has evidence to prove I’m innocent—that I only did what I did because I was being threatened."

The lawyer studied Sven’s expression before leaning in slightly. "But Mr. Bennet, your phone is already in police custody."

"What?!" Sven gasped. "How could they confiscate it? It’s mine."

"It’s part of the evidence in the investigation."

"Then get it!" Sven urged. "If you check it, you’ll find messages from someone else. He’s the one pulling the strings."

The lawyer exhaled shallowly. "But the police have already checked it, and there was nothing there. All they found was evidence of you hiring someone to help with your plan."

"Impossible!" Sven slammed his fists on the table, the sound ringing sharply. "Are you really my lawyer? You’re telling me this as if you don’t want to help me at all! If you keep this, I’ll fire you. Do you know who I am?"

"I do know who you are and I do want to help Mr. Bennet, but you have to be honest with me," the lawyer replied, leaning closer, his face showing concern. He whispered, "Are you sure you want to drag them into this?"

Sven’s breath hitched, his brows furrowing. "What?"

"Mr. Bennet, a life in prison is one thing, but are you sure you want to do this? There will be consequences, you know." The lawyer sighed again, looking at him apologetically. "Why don’t you just admit that you’ve done this alone? You tried to steal some company data to sell them, but Mr. Allen found out. So, you tried to kill him, but when you heard he isn’t dead, you schemed to take your life so you’d be in the same hospital as him, where you planned to finish him off."

The lawyer paused, looking at Sven encouragingly. "That’ll help us get a lighter sentence."