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"And you think I don't know that?" Attorney Hughes said "Everything you said to them will be used against you in court." Don't you know that, and you just shot yourself in the leg?" Attorney Hughes said once more. "Court?" Isabella asked, and then a smirk faded from her face. "Yes, the court. You might probably be arraigned in court in a few days or hours. So, I need you to cooperate with me so that you do not get locked up for the rest of your life. Even if you get locked up at all, your years can be lessened. Do you understand?" "How do you find happiness defending someone who just murdered her own daughter, Mr. Attorney?" Isabella looked at attorney Hughes, her gaze on him growing tougher, as if she were a tiger ready to devour her prey. "How do you not want me to pay for the murder I have committed? Who are you?" Isabella raised her voice. Her calm temperament suddenly changed, and she seemed as if she were gnashing her teeth in horror at the attorney. It didn't mean that att
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
"Hello, Sheila, and thank you for the wonderful interview session going on at the press house. I must confess that you are doing a great job. They have already started the interrogation process here. We can see that Detective Sharon has gone into the interrogation room, where Isabella Rosewood has been cuffed to the desk. Right now, we are going to move closer to the room and have our mic and camera on the subject matter. We will not waste our audience's time because we know that everyone watching this live right now wants to know what indeed happened that very day when Miss Sophia Markwood, the daughter of the popular Ethan Mark, was murdered."To this effect, what was shown on the screen was how reporter Julian and every other reporter from different media houses scrambled into the police station and rushed towards the confined room where Isabella was cuffed to the desk.If the room was bigger than a cubicle, it was a lie. Hence, it had a shallow window positioned high on the wall,
"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
"Mrs. Victoria Sinclair, we have heard what your daughter just said. She mentioned that all this time she was controlled by greed, which led her down a path where she wanted to take Ethan Mark's life, and tragically, she ended up taking her daughter's life instead. What do you have to say about this?""Well, thank you, Sheila, for this question. Honestly, if I were not shocked watching the interrogation and hearing what Isabella said from her own mouth, it would imply that I was only lying. However, we have to consider the fact that she did not act alone. This means that her so-called greed was triggered by the influence of other people.""When you mention 'other people,' Mrs. Victoria Sinclair, are you referring to Mr. Alexander Rosewood? Because, according to what Mrs. Isabella Rosewood said, her father wrote to her in prison, and the content of the letter was the reason Isabella was determined to seek revenge on Ethan Mark.""Well, I didn't specifically mention Alexander's name. Bu
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
As the prosecuting attorney introduced himself before the judge, a fervent silence filled the courtroom. At this point, an introduction by the defendant's attorney should have followed; however, the only introduction they heard was the resounding silence of the court, too loud and definite.Nevertheless, this fervent silence did not persist for more than ten minutes. The courtroom door suddenly burst open, and a man in sunglasses walked in. He wore a gray suit with a crisp white shirt underneath. His shoes, a well-polished brown Italian pair, produced a rhythmic knocking sound as he walked into the courtroom, echoing through the solemn halls of justice.If Isabella did not recognize this man, it would be a lie. She observed that, just as he had entered the interrogation room to visit her, he now strode into the courtroom, even carrying the same briefcase.As she continued to gaze at him like a curious cat fixated on an elusive butterfly just out of reach, her heart raced faster, like
"Your Honor, at this time, the prosecution calls its first witnesses to the stand: Maria and Daniella, two witnesses who observed the events leading to the alleged crime. Please approach the witness stand," the prosecuting attorney announced. At this instance, if Isabella's eyes did not express shock, it would be a lie. Not that she was scared of what the witnesses were going to say about her. However, she did not expect that anyone would see them as they progressed to the 40th-story building. Thus, she continued to scan the court audience to identify these witnesses. Immediately, she saw two elderly women rise to their feet. They were dressed in modest yet neatly tailored attire, reflecting a sense of timeless elegance. The first old woman wore a knee-length floral dress with muted colors, while Daniella opted for a classic blouse paired with a long skirt. Their appearance conveyed a blend of wisdom and dignity, befitting their status as witnesses in the courtroom. In this way, Isa