Drowning Him In Regret novel Chapter 80

Chapter 80 The Murderer

Chapter 80 The Murderer

I looked down through the window and saw a long–haired woman falling, with a large pool of blood beside her.

I glanced in the direction she had fallen from, but the place was already empty.

Downstairs, the crowd started screaming. I looked again and saw someone pointing up at me, shouting, “The murderer! The murderer is still upstairs!”

Instinctively, I ducked back. I was just about to run downstairs to see what was going on when I came face to face with the police.

“Ada Carson, stop! You’re suspected of murdering Bethany. We are officially placing you under arrest! Drop what you’re holding!” Four officers surrounded me. I was so shocked I couldn’t even move.

A female officer stepped forward, took the coffee from my hand, placed it into an evidence bag, and then handcuffed me.

I never expected that, just one day later, I’d be back in the police interrogation room, this time in handcuffs.

I tried my best to explain that I only heard Bethany’s voice. I didn’t even see her. They could check the surveillance footage if they didn’t believe me.

But one officer scoffed. “The hospital’s surveillance system was down for upgrades today. You should’ve known that. Your husband was being resuscitated at the time.”

I tried hard to remember, but I really didn’t know anything about that.

I retorted, “No, I didn’t know. My husband was in critical condition. Why would I pay attention to whether the hospital’s cameras were working?”

The officer snapped, “Ada, stop pretending! We have solid evidence. Even without the footage, we can still prove you killed Bethany! You are the murderer!”

It was already past midnight, and the hallway had been completely empty.

The fifth floor had very few patients, and the nurses weren’t at the station either. No one could vouch for me.

The police then presented a phone with a pink case.

They said, “This is Bethany’s phone. After she was kidnapped, the abductor, Grover Vaughn, used this phone to contact you.”

I retorted, “I don’t know any Grover! I didn’t even have Bethany’s contact info. You can check!”

Now I was really starting to panic. The evidence seemed to come from nowhere.

But then I remembered. I hadn’t done anything wrong. I calmed myself down again. I had to prove my innocence. I couldn’t stay locked up here.

If Jude didn’t wake up soon, Aiden and his family would definitely make a move. Even if I was later proven innocent, it might already be too late.

The police handed me the phone. I stared at the messages in shock.

The texts were sent from Jude’s number to Bethany’s phone.

The messages not only gave instructions to Grover about where to take her after the kidnapping but also included details about bringing her to the hospital today.

There were even threatening messages to Grover, saying that if he didn’t follow orders, “I” would kill his daughter, along with a photo of a young girl.

I stared at the unfamiliar child, completely stunned. What the hell was all this?

I snapped, “No! I don’t know Grover! I’ve never seen that little girl before. And Jude… Jude was drugged and being resuscitated at the time!

“And why would I tell a kidnapper to bring Bethany to a hospital? That doesn’t even make sense!”

I fought to defend myself, but the police didn’t seem to believe a word I said.

An officer said, “Jude was unconscious, and you used his phone. Isn’t that reasonable? We found Grover’s daughter in a small apartment registered under your name. What else do you have to say?”

I was so stunned I couldn’t speak. I knew someone was setting me up, but I didn’t know who.

Back then, I had been completely focused on Jude. I hadn’t even looked to see where his phone was.

Suddenly thinking of Vivian, I quickly said, “Vivian broke into the company today to steal documents. I have security footage! And the faulty materials all came from her family’s factory!”

I added, “She also had access to my house. She could’ve stolen my jewelry and given it to the kidnapper. It had to be her! She even drugged Jude!”

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Chapter 80 The Murderer

My thoughts were a mess, but I forced myself to say everything I could. Any clue could prove my innocence

I said, “Also, I never had contact with Bethany. You can check for fingerprints or 011. Il prove I’m innocen

“No. It’ll only prove you’re a suspect. The police pulled out another report Forensics rushed the D11A sinstysis. Your hair and skin cells were found on Bethany Even the scent of your perfume