Chapter 422


    It was the first time that I entered a police station. As an upstanding citizen, I was instinctively in awe of


    the ce. When a policewoman brought me to the cell, I was dazed and stood still. Thinking that I was


    reluctant to enter, she warned me in disdain.


    Realizing her dissatisfaction and anger, Iughed at myself mockingly and said, “Will you believe me if I


    say I didn’t do it?”


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    “I don’t have the power to decide it because only the court can make a ruling. If Ms. Tanner considers


    bribing me, I suggest that you can save it.” With that, she pushed me into the cell forcefully and


    purposely handcuffed me near the iron bars.


    My wrist hurt whenever I moved my arm. However, the policewoman locked the gate and yelled, “Be


    quiet!”


    I was insane to talk to her just now. After all, who else will ever believe me besides


    Christopher? Leaning against the iron bars, I recalled Sharon’s indifferent expression when I left.


    After standing for a while, I began to feel tired, while my legs went numb. I couldn’t sit down because I


    was handcuffed near the upper iron bars. Deep down, I believed that the police officer did it on


    purpose.


    After all, I would be furious if I read the news about ady pushing a pregnant woman down the stairs


    and killing the woman’s baby.


    When I was brought into a police car earlier on, the journalists rushed toward it and began taking


    pictures. Hence, I believed I would be the headline of the news the next day.


    Besides, I felt I had an oversimplified view of human nature in the past. Now, I realized that everyone


    would make choices when it came to benefits. Many years ago, Sharon rece my Autumnal


    Panorama to send Crystal away. Now, she had abandoned me once again to stop Crystal and Lyle


    from getting married.


    Since my legs got increasingly numb, I had no choice but to stand on one of my legs and keep


    changing it with the other. As I felt dizzy, I leaned my head against the iron bars and closed my eyes.


    Suddenly, I felt that someone was touching me. Shocked, I opened my eyes and realized that it was a


    cellmate. Much to my surprise, she pped me and shouted, “Da*n it! What a poor loser! You’re


    wearing nice clothes but don’t have anything valuable.”


    When she wanted to p me again, I kicked her and grabbed her hair tightly. “Get lost! Don’t irritate


    me.”


    The woman who pped me was shocked by my ferocious response. She stopped making trouble and


    lay on her bed. After a while, she suddenly asked, “Are you a murderer?”


    Iughed sinisterly and replied, “I didn’t kill anyone. Do you believe me?”


    Upon listening to my response, the woman dared not ask any other questions. She murmured to


    herself, probably saying that I wasn’t a pushover. Besides, she even waved her pocket knife in front of


    me for a while before lying on her bed.


    I heaved a sigh of relief, shrugged at her, and leaned against the iron bars. When the cells fell silent, I


    could hear some bizarre hissing sounds.


    It was indeed a terrible night to weather through. I could only keep standing and gazing around the cell


    to ensure that I was safe. Although the green lights that flickered in the corridor were creepy, I wasn’t


    terrified. After all, I had experienced a lot of frightening nights on a deserted ind.


    The next morning, an older police officer opened the gate and said, “You can go now.”


    My entire body was numb because of standing throughout the night. I stood still and merely shook my


    handcuff in response.


    Upon seeing that I was handcuffed, the police officer freed me immediately. Then, I dragged myself


    feebly as though I would copse in no time.


    “Everything’s fine now!” Christopher was standing at the other end of the corridor. Upon seeing me, he


    strode forward and took me into his arms.