Betrayed by Fiance, Embraced by Hidden Tycoon-Chapter 112: Exhausting Interrogation

Oracle County Sheriff’s Office.

Abigail should be home now, enjoying a warm bath, but that was just her imagination. After what happened at the cafe, she ended up at the police station.

Sitting in front of the investigator and listening to his endless questions is starting to make her feel overwhelmed. She struggles to think clearly, especially since the police have a connection with Kian.

Frustration builds within her as the officer’s questions make her head spin. He asks questions that seem designed to put her in a difficult position.

"Miss Snow, so you admit to beating Kian because you have a personal dislike for him?"

"You beat him till his bones crack, and he might lose his ability to have a child because he tried to friendly talk to you, but you are annoyed?"

"Miss Snow, my question seems frightening, but you don’t have to worry about anything that would happen to you. Just answer me: are you beating him or not?"

Abigail was left speechless. How could the police trust Kian entirely!? She had beaten Kian because he attempted to harass her. She was merely defending herself against a predator like him.

They had been sitting there for so long, and his questions seemed designed to make her admit that she hit Kian out of hatred. And yet, that man, Kian, was innocent. What on earth!

Abigail finally answered his last question after they fell into a staring contest as no one spoke.

"Sir, please, I need to call my lawyer. I won’t answer anything without my lawyer!" She has no choice but to give him the same response. freeweɓnøvel.com

She knows exactly what the police are trying to do: trap her and force her to admit something that could land her in jail, just as Kian wants.

Abigail desperately needs to contact Sawyer now. Even though Sawyer is still abroad, he must have someone he can ask to help her, right?

She struggled to maintain her composure, trying not to crumble under the pressure of the police officer’s words, who seemed intent on wearing her down and exploiting her vulnerable state.

"Please, Sir, I need my phone. Can you return my bag?" Abigail pleaded again, noticing his growing impatience. He ran his fingers through his curly black hair a few times, giving her an exasperated look.

The police officer closed the paper folder on the table and leaned back in his chair. His sharp, bloodshot eyes fixed on Abigail, revealing a mix of exhaustion and anger on his face.

"Listen, Miss Snow, I know you’re tired right now and want to end this interrogation, right?" he asked, his deep, hoarse voice cutting through the tension.

Abigail says nothing but nods. Of course, she wanted this stupid and unnecessary process to end. She wanted to go home and eat something.

"Then you just need to admit it, and we can proceed to the next step. Please stop wasting my precious time asking for something you can’t afford. A lawyer? Do you even have the money to hire one?" The police officer said in a calm tone, but his mocking and condescending smirk was enough to hurt Abigail’s heart.

Who said she couldn’t afford a lawyer? Of course, she could; the money from Andy Bennet had already been deposited into her bank account. With that amount, she could easily pay for legal representation.

Clenching her fist tightly, Abigail could no longer contain her frustration with this man.

After taking a deep breath to suppress her anger, she offered him a half-smile and replied, "Sir, all I need is my cell phone. Once I have it, you’ll see whether I can afford a lawyer. Please, return my bag..."

Now, Abigail regretted having given her bag to the police officer earlier. She should have insisted on bringing it into the room with her, as it would have allowed her to call someone for help.

Abigail believed the police would agree to her request to bring her bag as he left the room. However, he had been gone for nearly an hour without returning, and it felt as though he was intentionally trying to make her anxious.

Whether it was intentional or not, he is indeed successful in making her feel this way.

She is even more anxious after overhearing the police mention that Kian is now in the hospital to obtain a medical report to support his accusations against her, which could lead to her being sent to jail.

Sitting in the small, empty interrogation room for over two hours made her want to cry. She felt desperate and hungry, needing something to eat. She hadn’t had anything since lunch, and now it was midnight.

And when she wanted to make a call, the police still had her bag outside, which only added to her frustration.

Now, staring intently at the black glass before her, Abigail knows someone is watching her.

She tries to maintain her composure, but her hunger and exhaustion eventually overwhelm her.

Clenching her fist tightly under the table, she addresses whoever is behind the one-way glass.

"Excuse me, I know you can hear me. I also understand that you’re trying to pressure me into admitting something I didn’t do. I see through all the tactics you’re using against me." She pauses to catch her breath, feeling suffocated, stressed, and drained by her circumstances.

After gathering herself, she continued, "But, sir, please, I need to eat something or at least have a drink. I might faint if you don’t give me anything. My blood sugar is about to drop, and you’ll be in trouble if that happens, right?" She said softly, her eyes slightly trembling, fixed on the glass before her.

After waiting a few more minutes, the door still did not move. They continued to ignore her.

She persisted, "Can you please return my bag? I need to get my phone and call my lawyer!"

This was not the first time she had asked the officer who had interrogated her about it, but they ignored her again.

Abigail felt hopeless. It frustrated her because she started to believe that the police were Kian friends or that an evil man had bribed them.