Chapter 214


    “Genevieve Rachford is suspected of murder. She’s a fugitive,” one of them said.


    “Murder?” Cooper scoffed. He undid some of the buttons on his shirt so that his skin could breathe. “I


    heard that Old Mrs. Faulkner died suddenly, and there are many reasons for people to die a sudden


    death. If you guys are suspecting Genevieve just because she was alone with her, then I must say you


    guys are too much of a failure as police officers.”


    The policeman began to stutter after getting shot down by Cooper.


    “Sir, you are seriously obstructing us from enforcing thew.”


    The policeman looked toward one of his colleagues, who immediately pulled out a pair of handcuffs.


    A besuited man standing next to Cooper instantly stepped in front of him and smiled warmly. “Officers,


    Mr. Sutton was simply sharing his suspicions. Taking someone into custody for no reason isn’t good,


    and besides…”


    He trailed off as he pointed at a surveince camera in the corner above them.


    “Our every move is being recorded on that surveince camera over there. If you try to start something


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    with Mr. Sutton and we end up going to court, the surveince camera footage will be used as


    evidence. You guys don’t want to be going over this in court because of a few harsh words, right?”


    The man was all smiles as he spoke, but his words were sharp and venomous. The police officers’


    faces clouded over at once.


    The one holding the handcuffs no longer dared to move.


    Marilyn’s eyes flickered when she caught sight of the man next to Cooper intimidating the police


    officers.


    Wasn’t Cooper and Genevieve’s divorce a messy one? I even heard that Cooper was the one who


    killed Genevieve’s parents… So why is he helping her now?


    Marilyn had finally managed to get the cops here. She wasn’t about to give up this chance to send


    Genevieve to jail.


    “If she truly has nothing to do with my grandmother’s death, then there won’t be a problem with her just


    going along with the investigation. Why did she run away?” Marilyn approached them slowly with a


    hand behind her back.


    Her stomach was already sticking out like a watermelon. Even clothes thrice her size couldn’t hide it,


    but her features were still defined and pretty.


    The police officers stepped aside. It was as if they were afraid of touching Marilyn.


    Once she approached them, she looked up at Cooper and said clearly, “She’s guilty, and that’s why she


    ran away. She definitely has something to do with my grandmother’s death! I’ll bet everything I have to


    make sure she gets arrested for what she’s done. Otherwise, my grandmother won’t be able to rest


    peacefully!”


    “She’s not guilty. She can’t even speak now because her vocal cords got damaged. She won’t be able


    to give an alibi or answer any questions at the station,” Cooper said, staring right back at Marilyn. “Are


    you trying to force her to confess, Ms. Wood?”


    Marilyn pressed her lips together tightly. “I never said that. Don’t you put words in my mouth.”


    Cooper chuckled.


    “Yes, you didn’t say anything, but the urgent look on your face is showing how much you hate


    Genevieve. I’ve sent people and did a little investigating on my own. Both the hospital and the police


    station are so far from the Faulkner residence, and yet they arrived soon after Genevieve stepped into


    the study room. Did they predict Old Mrs. Faulkner’s death or something? Also”—Cooper took two


    steps toward Marilyn—”before she went to meet Old Mrs. Faulkner at the Faulkner residence, she had


    gone to do a check-up at the hospital. Her vocal cords were still broken, and there are records to prove


    it. So how can a person who cannot speak force an old woman to her death?”


    Cooper was even more overbearing than thewyer next to him. Just a few sentences from him were


    enough to make Marilyn panic because she knew she did not do a good job.


    Still, she thought stubbornly, it’s not like there are surveince cameras on the second-floor corridor. No


    one will ever find out how she died.


    “Mando,” Marilyn whined, shaking Armand’s arm, “I’m not good at reasoning with people. I can’t win Mr.


    Sutton in an argument. But all the housekeepers can prove that Genevieve has something to do with


    Grandma’s death! Everybody in the Faulkner family wants to know why Grandma died. Are you just


    going to let Genevieve go like that?”