Chapter 287 Frances Louis is the rule

Murder…

This is a serious charge.

I cannot take the blame. And it’s impossible for me to admit it.

Frances' voice suddenly comes from behind.

"Murder? Tell me a motive."

Frances is back!

I turn around and grab his arm as if grabbing a life-saving straw.

He holds my hand in his palm while giving me a reassuring look.

Whitney looks a little guilty when she sees Frances coming in. Within a second, she switches to a pitiful
look. "There you are Frances. You are finally back... I thought... I will never see you again...." She says
aggrievedly.

Whitney looks so miserable that even as an insider, I feel sorry for her and almost believe her when I
see it.

But Frances who remains unmoved, repeats the word.

"Motive."

Whitney rolls her eyes and points at me. "Why would I know her motive? She must be crazy. How could
she be so brutal to me? I didn't even do anything! Are you sure...you want to be with such a vicious
woman, Frances?"



The ambulance arrives. Frances glances at Whitney who is lying on the ground. "You should go to the
hospital first." He says in a calm cold tone.

At the moment.

I can be sure that Frances is looking at Whitney indifferently.

He can be so distant to a woman who has been married to him for so long. Frances is truly cold-
blooded.

Whitney is taken to the hospital. Whereas I am escorted to the hospital by the police.

The results of the examination come out quickly. The lungs are stabbed by the knife, causing massive
bleeding. A surgery is requested. Also, the patient is suffering from excessive loss of blood because
the aorta is injured by the knife. So, the operation is very risky.

Risky?

Does it make me a murder if Whitney dies?

I am having a panic attack.

I'm not afraid of death. But I haven’t accomplished anything in my lifetime yet. If I went to jail like this, I
would be dead before fulfilling my dream.

Lawrence comes over in a hurry, signing for Whitney’s operation.

"Miss Noyes, please come with us to the police station. We need to record your statement." A police
officer says.

They were going to take me to the police station. But due to Frances' despotic power, they can only
come to the hospital with me.



But Frances doesn’t allow them taking me to the police station.

"If you need to record the statement, do it here."

The two officers look embarrassed.

"This is against the rule, sir."

"Frances Louis, my name is the rule. If you can't call the shots, I can call your chief."

Some people are born with authentic vibes.

Seeing Frances talking like this, the two police officers agree to record my statement in the hospital.

"Please describe what happened, Ms. Noyes."

I sit straight. There is nothing to hide, so I start telling the truth.

"Whitney is Frances' ex-wife, and I married Frances recently. Whitney came to me this afternoon and
threatened to kill me. She choked my neck right after she came in. Look at my neck if you don't believe
me. I think it has left some marks when she was pinching me at the time."

Whitney was really brutal at the time. I can still feel the pain in my neck.

The officer leans over to take a look and whispers. "There is indeed a bruise, but we can’t be certain
that Ms. Jordan did it."

But Frances doesn't allow them taking me to the police station.

"If you need to record the statement, do it here."

The two officers look embarrassed.

"This is against the rule, sir."

"Frances Louis, my name is the rule. If you can't call the shots, | can call your chief."

Some people are born with authentic vibes.

Seeing Frances talking like this, the two police officers agree to record my statement in the hospital.
"Please describe what happened, Ms. Noyes."

| sit straight. There is nothing to hide, so | start telling the truth.

"Whitney is Frances’ ex-wife, and | married Frances recently. Whitney came to me this afternoon and
threatened to kill me. She choked my neck right after she came in. Look at my neck if you don't believe
me. | think it has left some marks when she was pinching me at the time."

Whitney was really brutal at the time. | can still feel the pain in my neck.

The officer leans over to take a look and whispers. "There is indeed a bruise, but we can't be certain
that Ms. Jordan did it."



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