âWhat do you want to explain, Erica Booth, are you sick, persecution paranoia, go to the hospital instead of the police station.â
Vivienne Quinn walked in and fucked Erica Booth straight away.
âVivienne Quinn, you are a murderer.â Erica Booth was furious when she saw Vivienne Quinn, and her hatred was overwhelming. She wanted to hit Vivienne Quinn excitedly, but was grabbed by Bob Mendoza.
âErica Booth, this is the police station, not the vegetable market.â Bob Mendoza yelled, âSit down for me, talk slowly if you have something to do, and get things clear first.â
Erica Booth âs posture didnât look like there was a misunderstanding, it seemed like there was some deep hatred.
Vivienne Quinn glanced at the nanny who was beaten with a bruised nose and swollen face, and then at the crazy Erica Booth, frowning, âTell me, whatâs going on, Erica Booth, how did I hurt you.â
Erica Booth threw away Bob Mendoza, and pointed at Vivienne Quinn and the nanny angrily, âYou two colluded and tampered with on the steps, which caused me to fall down the stairs and lost the child. My nanny admitted it just now. Vivienne Quinn, you still want to quibble, I saw you all coming out of the Chanel store together today.â
Vivienne Quinn felt that it was a fantasy, and smiled coldly, âFirst, you also said that it was your nanny.
What she said is unbelievable. Second, I just happened to meet your nanny today. Before coming here, I didnât know she was your nanny.â
Erica Booth yelled loudly, âIf you say you donât know, you donât know, Vivienne Quinn, you are too cunning, too cruel, even unborn children can do it, you are not human.â
Vivienne Quinn fought back fiercely, â Erica Booth, keep your mouth 288 (Vouchers clean. Your miscarriage has nothing to do with me. You say that I harmed you. Show the evidence.
Donât bite people like a mad dog. Why should I harm you?â
The women quarreled, the men couldnât intervene, Bob Mendoza and Dave were dumbfounded, and it was useless for the two policemen to stand here.
The nanny hesitated to speak, but couldnât get in.
Erica Booth pointed at Vivienne Quinn, âYour family Zona has conflicts with my family Susanna. You hold grudges, so you join hands with my nanny and cause me to have a miscarriage.â
âYou fart.â Vivienne Quinn put down the bag in her hand, also full of posture,â Erica Booth, do you have a brain hole, because of the childâs conflict, I hate you, and, that is your nanny, my mother said no I know, donât bite people like a mad dog.â
As she said that, Vivienne Quinn looked at the nanny, âTell me, whatâs going on, whatâs going on with the hands and feet on the steps, after thinking about it clearly, false accusations or false testimony will also lead to lawsuits.â
Bob Mendoza on the side was shocked by Vivienne Quinn âs posture, it was the first time he saw Vivienne Quinn so fierce.
Erica Booth also yelled at the nanny, âIf you dare to tell lies, I will not let you go. Tell everyone what you just said, and tell everyone whether there is any problem with the steps.â
The nanny was really about to cry.
She is just a part-time worker, so how could she get involved in this matter.
The nanny said with trepidation, âThere is a problem with the stepsâ¦â
288 Vouc âLook, admit it.â Erica Booth was excited and excited, â Mendoza, you heard, she admitted, this matter was ordered by Vivienne Quinn.â
Bob Mendoza frowned, â Erica Booth, if you disturb the interrogation again, I will deal with it according to the law. She just said that there is a problem with the steps, and she admits that it has something to do with Vivienne Quinn.â
Erica Booth was not convinced, and said to the nanny, âGo on.â
The nanny continued, âYoung Madam, after your miscarriage that day, I went home to clean up and found that there was something wrong with the steps. I smelled a smell of peanut oil. I didnât dare to say it at the time because I was afraid of losing my job, but I can assure you., I really cleaned it twice, it was clean, there could be no peanut oil, and I donât know why there is on the steps.â
Vivienne Quinn listened carefully to the nannyâs dictation, but she didnât say a word.
Bob Mendoza asked the nanny, âAre you sure Erica Booth was cleaned before the accident?â
âIâm sure.â The nanny said, âI get up at six oâclock every morning to clean. If there is still a dirty place, I will clean it again. That day, the young lady didnât get up until almost noon. I cleaned and went shopping. I asked Ms. Susanna if she needed help bringing something back, and Ms. Susanna testified.â