Marcus cleared his throat, so Fredric hastily closed his mouth and concentrated on driving.
Cordelia called out to him in a low voice, “Honey, I didn't tell them anything other than denying the claim. They got upset and told me that I should think about you and confess to the crime.”
“What did you say?”
“I just kept silent…” replied Cordelia, her face pale but her eyes filled with resolution.
Marcus’ heart skipped a beat. He rubbed her hair and swore in his heart that he would protect her no matter what.
If it were other women, they would have confessed everything to the interrogator due to their fear.
However, beneath Cordelia’s frail figure was a tough soul. She would never admit it if she did not do something, even if she was held at gunpoint.
A smile appeared at the corner of Marcus’ lips as he found that they had a lot in common. Just like the phrase said, “birds of the same feather flock together”.
“Well, you did a good job,” commented Fredric. “You should keep as quiet as possible and leave the rest to the lawyers. It will save you a lot of trouble!”
Cordelia leaned on Marcus' shoulders. The road was bumpy, and the car rocked from side to side. She had been locked in the interrogation room all day and day. She was highly tense, and now that she was finally safe, she relaxed and soon fell asleep.
Marcus patted Fredric and told him to slow down a bit. After that, he secured the woman tightly in his arms.
Cordelia did not wake up even after arriving at their house. Marcus carried her into their house and put her on the bed. He gently and slowly helped her to take off her clothes and tucked her into her bed. After ascertaining there was nothing in the room, he came out.
Fredric let out a sigh as he threw himself on the couch in the living room.
“Boss,” he said, caught between tears and laughter. “It has been a long while since I last came to your house. But since your wife is sleeping, I guess we can’t talk too loudly now.”
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