"In light of the victim's accusations against you, please come with us. The victim suffered serious harm last night."
Quinn was shaking like a leaf; just the memory of last night made her feel like her world had been plunged into a never-ending nightmare. How did it come to this? What on earth went wrong?
She must have been out of her mind. The minute the police showed up this morning, she was desperate to drag Clara into her mess. Her thoughts were a chaotic whirl, muddled and jumbled.
"It has to be her. Only she would do this to me," she mumbled, her voice barely a whisper.
Ryan couldn't hold back any longer. "Quinn, that's enough. Who are you trying to fool with this sad act? Are you seriously going to claim you were assaulted by multiple men and then point the finger at Clara as the mastermind?"
Quinn lifted her head slowly. She had indeed been assaulted by several men, and she was convinced Clara was involved. Wasn't her condition proof enough? Her clothes were ripped, and her body was covered in marks, which were clear evidence of what had happened.
Ryan's words next cut her to the core. "Did you do those to yourself too? Can you ever tell the truth? You claimed your foster parents abused you, but the man who came demanding money was working with you all along. All the money you've swindled has gone straight into your own pocket. How could you come up with something so twisted?"
Quinn's face drained of color, like she'd been struck by lightning. How could they possibly know? Even if Clara had blabbed, why would the Bradford family believe Clara over her?
Ryan pulled out the video, his expression full of disgust. "The news of you plotting with those men last night is all over the place. Mom was watching your live stream when your fake extortion call came in. Dad's bedridden because of this. What more do you want? Now you're playing the victim card again, trying to drag Clara down with you. I'm telling you now—I won't trust you ever again!"
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