Chapter 962


    Anne was shocked and held Anthony’s hands firmly. “I don’t want to stay here, Anthony. You have to


    believe me. I did not kill her, I did not…”


    “I know.”


    “Then bring me home. I don’t want to stay here, Anthony


    “Just one night, I will arrange for it. Don’t be scared, okay?”


    Anne bit her lips, and her eyes were watery as her heart sank into a bottomless pit.


    There was a knock on the door again. Marco and his people entered, and they urged, “Ms. Vallois,


    please follow us.”


    “No, I will not… Anthony, I don’t want to…” Anne cried.


    “Listen to me. Nothing will happen when you stay here.”


    Why did he always ask her to listen to him? So only if she listened, then would he want her?


    Anne’s wetshes were trembling, and she did not say anything more. She stood up and followed


    Marco out of the room.


    When they went out, Bianca saw her outside of the room.


    Her gaze was deadly, and she wished Anne to be dead.


    Anne’s heart felt as though it was soaked in strong acid, and it was painful.


    Why did Anthony treat her this way? Just because Bianca showed up, he changed his mind about


    bringing her out.


    She said she did not kill…


    Anne was put into the lockup, and her body jumped when the metal bars nked shut behind her.


    She turned and only saw a police officer standing not far away from the room. She did not even see a


    shadow that suggested Anthony’s presence.


    He probably had gone to console Bianca, who had just lost her mother…


    Anne sat down next to the bed. She was so terrified, and then she stood up again.


    What should she do? Did she really have to stay here for a night?


    It was so quiet, and she only heard some footsteps asionally. Every time she did, she would


    immediately dash to the metal bars door, hoping it was Anthony.


    However, she was disappointed every time.


    She had so many disappointments that eventually, she did not have hopes for it anymore. She sat on


    the bed, curling herself up.


    Only people who did not have a sense of security would have this posture.


    Anney on her side and looked at the clock on the wall outside the cell.


    It was gettingte, but she dared not fall asleep and kept her eyes wide open.


    It was such a strange and cold ce, as though there would be monstersing to hurt her once she


    was asleep.


    After all, she had gone through immense mental pressure during the day, and the interrogation


    exhausted her.


    Finally, she fell asleep in fear.


    When Marco came by, she saw the person curling up asleep in the corner through the bars.


    She looked terrified.


    She, indeed, did not look like a murderer from the outside.


    However, all the evidence pointed to her. Even the ss window panel on the balcony had only her


    fingerprints.


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    The neighbors even said that Dorothy fell from the top first, then only they saw Anneing out of the


    stairwell.


    This was a pretty silly move of a murderer.


    Plus, he had understood the sour rtionship with Dorothy’s daughter.


    The issue seemed to have long been established.


    The hospital had also testified that she had lost her memory.


    If she had lost her memory, why would there be so much grudge, to the point that she had to kill her?


    Obviously, the murderer wanted Dorothy to be dead very badly.


    Not only was the knife stabbed right through her heart from the back, but she was even pushed off the


    balcony from the fifth floor.