Chapter 138


    Chapter 138 Possibly Not Lead To Conviction


    As we were speaking, my mother, driven by intense emotions, was about to step forward and hit


    Moore


    Moore was terrified and hid behind Idris with tears streaming down her face. She pleaded, “Mom, it’s


    not true, I didn’t do it. I don’t even know that Alex guy. He’s framing me! When Yvette was in trouble


    five years ago, I was as anxious as anyone, how could I possibly harm Yvette?”


    Being at the police station, I stopped my mother and turned to Officer Jackson, “Can I see Alex’s


    statement?”


    Officer Jackson nodded and led us all to the surveince room to rey the video of Alex’s


    interrogation.


    In his statement, Alex described how he met Moore five years ago and how they conspired to deceive


    me, exining everything in detail.


    After hearing Alex’s statement, my mother was so angry she was trembling, wishing she could tear


    Moore apart with her own hands.


    Moore was pale with tear–stained cheeks, shaking her head continuously, insisting that Alex was


    framing her


    I nced at Idris, whose expression seemed indifferent throughout, not uttering a word, just standing


    coldly beside Moore.


    I could not decipher his thoughts and frankly had no inclination to probe further


    Instead, I turned to Officer Jackson, “Can Alex’s testimony lead to a conviction?”


    I did not specify whether Alex’s testimony could convict him or Moore as an aplice, but Officer


    Jackson’s response was very clear,


    Officer Jackson nced at Moore, her eyes swollen and filled with a pitiful expression, and then at


    Idris, seemingly noticing the unusual rtionship between them. After a brief pause, he said to me,


    Alex has confessed to his crimes, and with charges like drug trafficking and abduction alone, he’s


    facing a lengthy prison sentence, possibly for half his life.”


    After saying this, he pursed his l*ps slightly and continued, “As for the aplice he implicated, due to


    theck of video evidence or other strong witness testimony, the police can’t rule out the possibility that


    he’s randomly using someone to deflect me. Therefore, we can’t just convict someone based on


    his usations alone, but…”


    Having said this, he looked at Moore and said, “Ms. Moore, since this incident from five years ago has


    resurfaced, it’s important for the police to clear the names of those involved. Therefore, we would


    appreciate your full cooperation with our investigation and questioning process.”


    Moore nodded with tears in her eyes, looking pitiful, and with a hoarse voice, replied, “Yes, I will


    cooperate with the police investigation. I haven’t done what I’ve been used of, and I hope the


    police can clear my name. I wouldn’t want to be wrongfully used and have it affect my sisterly


    rtionship with Yvette.“”


    Officer Jackson pursed his l*ps and said nothing more. After speaking a few words to me, he turned to


    Idris and asked, “Mr. Young, may I have a word with you in private?”


    Idris nodded and left with Officer Jackson without saying much.


    Seeing Idris being taken away by Officer Jackson, Moore’s face showed a trace of panic. Her beautiful


    eyes followed Idris as he left, and her hands were tightly intertwined.


    It seemed she was worried about what officer Jackson might say to Idris.


    I did not say anything and just left the interrogation room.


    After watching Alex’s testimony, my mother was convinced that Moore had framed me five years ago.


    Unable to control her emotions, she suddenly grabbed Moore’s hair as soon as we reached the police


    station lobby.


    She shrieked, “Moore, I should never have adopted you, you ungrateful wretch! Even a dog would have


    been more loyal than you after twenty years. But you? You framed my daughter and seduced my son–


    inw, you shameless thing! I should have let you freeze, starve, or die of illness back then, instead of


    letting you live to harm others!”


    My mother, who was usually not aggressive, was extremely angry and lost control of her emotions,


    wishing she could kill Moore on the spot.


    Caught off guard, Moore, being pregnant, could only struggle and scream. Trying to maintain her gentle


    image, she cried and pleaded for mercy.


    However, my mother did not care about any of that and attacked Moore fiercely.


    Themotion in the lobby was so loud that it attracted the attention of the busy police officers and


    even bystanders. Soon, the lobby was surrounded by onlookers:


    In her fury, although my mother was pulled away by the police, she continued to curse Moore and


    recount how Moore had framed me years ago.


    At first, I did not realize my mother’s intentions and was focused on calming her down, but then I


    noticed she was deliberately mentioning Moore’s involvement in framing me five years ago.


    That was when I noticed that people were recording this with their phones.


    Was my mother trying to garner public support for me through the inte?


    I was somewhat helpless at the realization. After all, inte rumors were often hearsay and outsiders


    would not understand the full story, Even if she spoke out, it might not be very effective.


    When Idris and Officer Jackson came out, Moore was surrounded by police officers, sitting on the


    ground, wiping her tears and ying the victim


    Idris, upon seeing this, slightly furrowed his brow, went over to her, helped her up, and asked, “WhatPublished by N?v''elD/rama.Org.