Upon reaching Ethan Mark's mansion, the two old women, who had indeed followed Mr. Smith, realized that it was the burial service for their daughter.In this setting, a few people were present at Ethan's mansion, each of them dressed in dark suits and dark glasses, with dark hats for the females. They all had reddish eyes, symbolizing their grief over the murder of their precious daughter.In a similar manner, these two old women spotted Ethan Mark and Emily Collins at the front of this small gathering, dressed just like them and with reddish eyes, displaying their grief over their daughter's murder."I hate to see a young child being buried. That's why that person must pay for her sin," one of the old women exclaimed."Yes, Maria, she must pay for her crime. Killing an adult is an unforgivable crime, let alone a child. By the way, how old was the innocent child, Mr. Smith?" The other old woman asked However, if Mr. Smith were to answer the question, it would be a lie. At this moment,

"Isabella Rosewood," Isabella answered softly and almost immediately. As she answered, Detective Sharon continued her interrogation like a seasoned professional, never wavering in her pursuit of the truth. Hence, she maintained a calm and confident demeanor, carefully choosing her words to extract vital information from Isabella. "Who are Ethan Mark and Sophia Markwood to you?" Detective Sharon asked once more. "Ethan Mark is my ex-husband, and Sophia Markwood was my daughter," Isabella answered with full cooperation. "So, what were you doing at the penthouse atop the 40th-story building? Is there a family gathering going on there that we do not know about?" "No," Isabella said. "We were there to position ourselves in the right spot to take a shot at Ethan Mark," Isabella said. "You used the word 'we.' Who was there with you?" Isabella took a deep breath, fully aware that revealing Mr. X's identity was dangerous, judging by the organization he worked for. However, the guilt of

The next day arrived quickly, as if it had been waiting for Isabella all along to be revealed as the murderer of her child. Hence, it was rightly said that the news of Isabella's arrest for the crime of murdering her own daughter easily spread like wildfire.Everyone in Eldridge, HavenBrook, and the remaining parts of the country already knew what Isabella had done. Nevertheless, if they felt any empathy for her, it was a lie. In light of this, the different media outlets of the press house were found at the entrance of the police station, where Isabella was to be questioned before being arraigned in court. Consequently, everything was being televised live on screens, billboards, social media, and in broadcasting news."We are live at the Eldridge police station, where Mrs. Isabella Rosewood, the ex-wife of the wealthy and popular Ethan Mark, who killed their child, will be interrogated by Detective Sharon, the head officer in charge of this case. Are you anxious to see what they will

"I did not say I broke out. I said I was broke out," Isabella said. Detective Sharon, now standing behind Isabella, asked, "Who broke you out?" She reached out and touched Isabella's shoulder, realizing that Isabella's hands were cuffed to the desk and her legs were cuffed to the floor. In this moment, Isabella's breath rate increased. It wasn't because she was afraid of Detective Sharon potentially harming her from behind, but rather because she recalled what Attorney Hughes had told her in the confined room the day before. "I work for the man your father hired to kill Ethan Mark, and if you mention his name, it automatically means you are giving us away as well. That cannot happen. And if it does, prepare to meet your child in hell or in heaven, wherever she might be." Attorney Hughes's words echoed in her mind, and she could see the scene play out in her head once again as if it were a vision. Nonetheless, the weight of her guilt outweighed her fear, and she was prepared to face

After the interrogation session with Isabella, she was lifted to her feet by the two police officers who had just walked in. They were clad in standard police uniforms, a crisp navy blue adorned with authoritative badges. Similarly, they had sleek pistols snugly holstered on their belts, positioned securely on their right sides like sentinels at attention, ready to enforce the law with a precision that matched the crispness of their navy blue uniforms.As the two officers walked and reached Isabella, one officer held her shoulder while the other uncuffed her hands from the desk restraint and released her legs from the floor restraint as well. and in this manner, they said nothing but their eyes, speaking volumes of their readiness to attack if she failed to cooperate.“Walk,” the officer holding her shoulder said suddenly in a low tone, prompting Isabella to start walking immediately.At this moment, if Detective Sharon was still waiting in the interrogation room, it was a lie. She ha