Want My Womb? I'll Make You Childless novel Chapter 141

Chapter 141

Richard slumped in the interrogation chair, his back hunched like an old shrimp.

The words on the paper felt like red–hot needles, searing his eyes. He mechanically repeated “Impossible” over and over, his voice hoarse and almost unintelligible.

Chris stood at the table, watching him with a calm gaze. He didn’t rush to press him, but simply gave a nod to the officer beside him.

Understanding, the officer picked up a cup of warm water and gently placed it on the edge of the table in front of Richard.“Mr.

Bennett, have some water.”

Richard didn’t seem to hear, his gaze still fixed on the floor.

“We have gathered enough evidence.”

Chris’s voice cut through the silence of the interrogation room.

“Diane killed Linda back then to cover up the illegal organ trafficking you and Daniel Quinn were involved in twenty years ago.”

“I never engaged in organ trafficking.”

Richard looked up, struggling against the restraints, the handcuffs scraping against the metal tabletop with a harsh sound.

“Diane is lying, she’s framing me! Linda was the woman I loved most, how could I ever hurt her!”

Seeing this, Chris’s face darkened, and he placed another file in front of Richard.

Looking at the contents of the Metal Box, Richard’s eyes widened in disbelief.

Hadn’t Victor taken the Metal Box away back then?

How could these things be in the hands of the police?

His face gradually shifted from deathly pale to ashen, and he couldn’t utter another word in his defense, like a lion that had suddenly lost all its strength, slumping back in the chair.

He remembered years ago, Linda had subtly questioned him at the dinner table.

“Richard, is that deal you made with QJ clean? I can’t shake off this uneasy feeling.”

Back then, his eyes had flickered, and he had vaguely brushed it off, telling her she was overthinking things, and reassuring her that everything would be alright in the future.

Looking back, Linda must have already sensed something was wrong then, but she didn’t want to believe it and was still giving him a chance to confess.

But he missed it, time and time again.

“These are all forged… you guys are colluding…”

Richard was still struggling for a last–ditch effort, his voice as weak as a mosquito’s buzz, unable to even deceive himself.

Just then, the interrogation room door was pushed open, and a man in a suit with a grave expression walked in. It was the defense attorney Richard had hired at a high price.

The lawyer’s brow instantly furrowed when he saw Richard’s current state. He quickly walked to the table, showed Chris his bar card,

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“Officer, I suspect there are flaws in your interrogation procedure, and the so–called evidence is insufficient to directly convict my

client.”

Richard grasped at the lifeline, a glimmer of light flashing in his cloudy eyes, and closed his mouth tightly at the lawyer’s prompting.

Chris was prepared and calmly took another thick stack of documents from the file bag, spreading them out on the table one by one.

“This is a detailed record of financial transactions between Richard Bennett and Daniel Quinn from twenty years ago to the present,

with each transfer corresponding to the transaction split at the time.”

“These are the testimonies from third–party witnesses involved in the deals back then, and they’re willing to testify in court.”

“The chain of evidence is complete. Whether your client cooperates will only affect the final sentencing, not the nature of the case.”

The lawyer quickly flipped through the documents, his expression growing increasingly grave, beads of sweat forming on his forehead.

Having worked in the legal profession for many years, he could tell that the evidence was interconnected and virtually impossible to

refute.

He lowered his voice, leaned in close to Richard Bennett, and whispered, “Mr. Bennett, the situation is not in our favor. The best course of action now is to confess and seek leniency.”

“Especially if you disclose the other participants involved in the deals back then and related evidence, you might get a

sentence.”

Richard Bennett remained silent, staring blankly at the table.

His mind uncontrollably drifted back to a scene from twenty years ago.

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He had just taken over the Bennett family business and desperately needed a large sum of money to keep things afloat.

Just when he was at his wit’s end, Daniel Quinn approached him with a proposition.

“Richard, I know you need money right now. I have a way for you to make a killing. If you’re willing, you can establish yourself in Boston within six months.”

He had hesitated then, knowing that the “avenue” Daniel Quinn spoke of was likely dirty. But faced with the wealth Quinn painted and the humiliation he constantly endured, he ultimately couldn’t resist the temptation and nodded.

The first illegal organ deal filled his pockets and successfully opened doors for him. From then on, he couldn’t stop.

During the transactions, though, he saw the desperate looks in the eyes of those treated as commodities. His conscience often troubled him, especially after meeting Linda Bennett. He had even considered stopping.

But Daniel Quinn wouldn’t allow it, threatening to expose their deeds, forcing him to continue spiraling down, led by Quinn.

He remembered Linda’s gentle smile, how she had given up her beloved job to support his career, taking care of the family at home. He remembered her cautiousness during pregnancy, the tenderness in her eyes when she held Clara.

Such a good woman had met such a tragic end because of his greed and cowardice back then.

Immense guilt and remorse washed over him like a tide. Tears streamed down uncontrollably, hitting the table with soft, fragmented

sounds.

“I need to see Clara.”

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Richard Bennett’s voice was barely a whisper, as if afraid Chris wouldn’t hear him. He repeated himself, “I need to see Clara. I’ll tell you everything, just let me see her.”

Chris exchanged a look with the other two officers, and after a long pause, said,“Alright, I’ll let her know.”

Half an hour later, Clara arrived at the police station from the hospital.

She wore a black trench coat, her posture ramrod straight. Looking at the gaunt, tear–streaked face of Richard Bennett, her eyes were as cold as winter ice, devoid of any pity.

“My mom was kind, gentle, and sincere her whole life. She never hurt anyone.”

“She gave you everything, supported your career, took care of your life, and you betrayed her. Your greed even led to her death!”

Richard looked at Clara’s face, which bore a striking resemblance to Linda, and his guilt intensified.

He opened his mouth to apologize, but his throat felt blocked, unable to utter a single word.

“You probably think you’re a victim, threatened by Daniel Quinn, with no choice of your own.”

Clara continued, her eyes filled with disdain.

“But did you ever stop to think that those people you treated as commodities, they had families too, people who cared about them? Their families were torn apart because of your greed, some even destroyed completely.”

“You disregarded other people’s lives for your own wealth and status. Now you’re facing the consequences. It’s nothing more than you

deserve.”

“I’m not here today to see you repent, or to hear you apologize.”

Clara’s eyes scanned the evidence on the table, her voice firm. “I just want to tell you that there’s a price to pay for doing wrong.”

“What my mom couldn’t accomplish back then, I will. I’ll make sure everyone involved in that dirty deal gets what they deserve, to honor my mom’s spirit in heaven.”

Clara finished, not sparing Richard another glance. She turned and walked resolutely out of the interrogation room, the door slamming shut behind her, severing their connection.

Just as Richard was stung by Clara’s words, internally wrestling with the urge to confess everything, the phone in the interrogation room suddenly rang urgently.

The officer immediately answered, his face paling after a few words. He quickly turned to Chris to report.

Chris, we just got word from Jefferson’s team. Daniel Quinn resisted arrest on the rooftop and tried to grab an officer’s weapon. He was shot and is in critical condition at the hospital. The doctors aren’t optimistic, but he’s asking for Richard Bennett when he wakes

up.”

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Richard Bennett flinched at the mention of Daniel Quinn’s name, as if struck by a jolt of electricity, his eyes flickering with a complex

mix of emotions.

There was hatred for Quinn, for dragging him into this mess years ago, for the years of threats.

There was also fear, fear that Quinn would pin everything on him.

And a flicker of relief, almost imperceptible, that maybe Quinn’s appearance would finally bring this twenty–year nightmare to an

end.

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He knew Quinn was central to the original deal, the only one who could expose the whole truth Quirin’s testimony would determine

his fate.

The lawyer seized the opportunity, turning to Chris.

“Officer Evans, I request that you postpone further questioning of my client until Daniel Quinn is stable enough to give a proper statement. Quinn is a key witness, and his testimony is crucial to the case.”

Chris paused, his gaze sweeping over Richard Bennett’s conflicted expression, before nodding slowly.

“Alright, but let me be clear,” Chen said, “the evidence is already conclusive. Even without Quinn’s testimony, we have enough to convict. Your client’s cooperation will only affect the final sentencing.”

The lawyer quickly nodded his thanks, then leaned in close to Richard, murmuring a few words of comfort.

“Mr. Bennett, you see the situation. The evidence is solid. We’re out of options.’”

The lawyer’s tone was urgent.

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“Confess. Plead for leniency. Disclose the other participants in the deal, the specific steps of the transaction, and any other illegal activities Quinn was involved in. It might give you a chance for a reduced sentence. It’s better than a severe penalty.”

Richard was silent, his head bowed slightly, strands of hair falling to obscure his expression. Only the slight trembling of his shoulders

was visible.

The internal struggle was like a battle between heaven and hell.

Confessing meant he would be utterly disgraced, and the Bennett Group, which he had built over half a lifetime, would be destroyed. He would go from a powerful entrepreneur to a despised prisoner.

Not confessing meant the overwhelming evidence would still lead to his conviction. He would face an even harsher sentence, and he would spend the rest of his life with endless guilt and regret towards Linda.

He thought of the fear and despair Linda Bennett must have experienced before her death, of the maternal love Clara Bennett had missed growing up, of all the innocent people he had hurt, and of Daniel Quinn’s threats and coercion over the years.

All the images intertwined, like a dense web, wrapping him tightly, making it hard for him to breathe.

Finally, he slowly raised his head, all the panic and resistance gone from his eyes, leaving only a trace of weariness and determination.

He took a deep breath, his voice hoarse but firm:“I… I am willing to confess, to tell everything about what happened back then, exactly as

it was.”

Relief flickered in the lawyer’s eyes, and he quickly pulled out a pen and paper, ready to take notes.

Richard Bennett closed his eyes, as if reminiscing or making a final farewell. After a moment, he slowly opened them and began to recount the details of the deal twenty years ago.

“Twenty years ago, I had just arrived in Chicago, and business was very difficult. Daniel Quinn approached me and said there was a way to make money, which was… which was illegal organ trafficking.”

“The transactions took place in an abandoned warehouse on the West Side. Daniel Quinn was responsible for finding the ‘supply‘ and contacting buyers, and I was responsible for providing funds and the location, as well as handling some of the follow–up issues.”

“Besides Daniel and me, there was a middleman called Old Ghost, one of Daniel’s guys. He handled the contact between suppliers and buyers. There were also a few doctors Daniel brought in from out of town, specialists for the surgeries…”

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As he spoke, he recounted the details of those years, the timing of the deals, the amounts of money involved, the names and roles of everyone involved, all flowing from his mouth, clear and orderly, without the slightest attempt at concealment.

The lawyer took rapid notes, occasionally pausing to ask clarifying questions, which Richard answered one by one.

Just as he was about to reveal the name of the key figure who provided the “supply” back then, he suddenly broke into a violent cough, as if something had choked him.

His complexion turned ghastly in an instant, his lips tinged with purple, his brows furrowed tightly, his hands clutching his chest, his breathing rapid and labored, and his eyes began to glaze over.

“Mr. Bennett!”

The lawyer cried out in alarm, leaping to his feet to support him.

“Something’s wrong!”

The officer beside him also noticed the abnormality and quickly checked on him, reaching out to feel Richard’s pulse. His face changed.“Call a medic! It looks like he’s having a sudden heart attack!”

Another officer immediately grabbed the phone, urgently contacting the department’s medical personnel.

Chaos erupted in the interrogation room. The lawyer frantically called out Richard Bennett’s name while the officers attempted basic

first aid.

Slumped in his chair, Richard’s consciousness faded. The sounds around him seemed distant. He thought he saw Linda Bennett’s gentle smile, Clara Bennett’s adoring eyes as a child. All that remained in his heart was endless

and remorse. regret

The paramedics arrived quickly, rushing into the interrogation room with emergency equipment. They immediately began to resuscitate Richard, performing a series of procedures with practiced efficiency: defibrillation, chest compressions, oxygen.

Chris Evans stood by, his brow furrowed, a sense of foreboding washing over him as he watched the scene unfold.

If something happens to Richard, the full truth about that deal might never come to light,” he thought grimly.

Meanwhile, in the hospital’s ICU, Daniel Quinn, who had been unconscious until now, suddenly opened his eyes.

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