In My Desperate Time

Chapter 299: He Arranges Everything

"Hello, Jane Noyes? You are suspected of attempted murder. The victim has already provided some evidence. Please come with us."

I stand still, feeling my head buzzing.

I reckon that it should have ended, but Whitney refuses to let me go.

"Yes," I reply softly.

Looking at the little Earl in my arms, I am about to hand him over to Frances and ask him to call Betty over. Then I can rest assured.

I'll never count on Sabina no matter what.

"Please wait a moment. I'll come in a while."

"No need. I'll go with you." Frances' voice suddenly comes from behind.

I turn around and see France in pajamas.

It is only 7 in the morning. No wonder he hasn't been up yet. However, I'm wondering why the police came to work so early. Material © of NôvelDrama.Org.

Could it be that Whitney urged them to come over?

Judged by her personality, Whitney will never wait even for a second if she plans to frame me.

"Aren't you going to work today?" I ask, looking at Frances doubtfully.

I know how busy he has been. Other than making a phone call, he only sits at the computer desk dealing with his documents all day long.

"You are more important than that."

Frances whispers, and the two police officers can't help smiling.

A hint of affection seems to be revealed by his words.

Faint blushes climb onto my cheeks. I change the topic. "What about Earl? We can't bring him with us, can we?"

"I've called Betty over. By the time I get dressed and get ready to leave, she should have arrived."

Frances is always a reliable man. He arranges everything, as if I never have to feel worried when being with him.

Apart from being hard-hearted, he is a perfect man.

But in this world, what I fear the most is hard-hearted men.

Betty arrives soon. After that, I go to the police station with Frances.

When we arrive at the police station, we bump into Whitney and Lawrence who are rushing over.

Whitney's face is still a little pale. After all, she just got a narrow escape from death. I feel rather guilty about stabbing her.

But I'm clear that women like her deserve none of my pity.

"Well, Jane, don't think everything can be fine by taking Frances with you. Since you've done wrong, no one can help you!" Whitney snorts at me. If eyes can kill, I would have been dead by now.

"I see."

I don't bother to talk to her, so I just give a casual response before walking into the police station.

I didn't commit a crime, so I'm not afraid. I’m just waiting to see what evidence Whitney has produced to frame me.

Normally, it is forbidden for Frances to enter the interrogation room with me. However, he is always an exceptional man.

So, I am not surprised at all about the fact that he can sit with me in the interrogation room while the police are friendly to him.

"Let me first state my position. I have reservations about the allegation of intentional murder against Ms. Noyes. However, I should now show you the evidence provided by Ms. Whitney.

It's like this. Two pieces of evidence are provided by her. One is a witness, her driver, who claims himself having stayed at the door during that time and naturally heard the commotion inside. The other is the conversation between you two. Ms. Whitney says she has a recording."

A recording?

But judged by what has happened that day, I'm not afraid of her even if she recorded the conversation!