My Deceased Wife Wants a Divorce (Hannah) novel Chapter 669

Lionel comforted himself with these thoughts as he followed them.

However, when they reached the basement and he saw Sandra locked inside, Lionel froze.

He stared at Quennel in disbelief, only to see a faint smile playing on his lips.

So they hadn't moved her. Even knowing the police were coming, they had done nothing. They wanted the police to catch him red-handed, to witness his crime firsthand!

When Mr. and Mrs. Woods saw Sandra, they were stunned for several seconds, barely recognizing the person locked inside as their daughter.

She was filthy and utterly haggard, her cheeks so hollow and sunken she was a shadow of her former glamorous, radiant self.

Mr. David Woods nudged his wife, signaling with his eyes for her to step forward. Their goal was to extort money.

If they didn't put on a dramatic enough show, their true intentions might be exposed.

“Sandra!” Mrs. Edith Woods cried out. “Is that you? My Sandra, my daughter! What happened to you? Mama’s here to take you home! Look up, look at me, darling, Mama’s here!”

Mrs. Edith Woods pounded on the nearby pillars, her shouts turning into sobs as real tears streamed down her face.

Sandra, huddled in a corner, slowly looked up at the sound. She stared blankly at the crowd of people before her.

In the dim light, she recognized her parents standing with police officers. For a moment, she couldn't comprehend what was happening.

“Come here, let Mama see you. I brought the police to take you home. Don’t worry, Mama won’t let the person who did this to you get away with it. The law will bring you justice. We’re going home, we’re going home right now!”

That man was terrifying. The consequences of reporting him would be unimaginable.

“Ms. Woods, I need to confirm one last time. The person who illegally imprisoned you was Lionel. This man, correct?”

Lionel’s eyes widened, glaring at Sandra in a silent warning not to say the wrong thing.

But Sandra ignored his threat. She rushed forward, grabbed the police officer's arm, and cried out.

“Yes, it was him! It was him! Please, arrest him! He locked me in the basement and tortured me! All these bruises on my body are from him! Please, take me home! I’m so scared!”

“What nonsense are you talking?! The first person who locked you up was Quennel! Those injuries are from when he beat you! How can you frame me like this?”