Jasper's face was wrapped in thick bandages, leaving only his eyes visible. At the moment, his eyes were swollen, giving him a somewhat comical appearance, though it also indicated he hadn't gotten away unscathed.
Haynes looked at him skeptically. "You're telling me Stella did this to you?"
Jasper fumed, "Yeah, her, and that little brat and the old geezer!"
Haynes wasn't born yesterday. "Marvin's only five, and Mr. Burton is seventy. Even if they teamed up, it's hard to believe they could leave you in this state."
There was a natural difference in strength between men and women, and Stella's team included either the elderly or children, making it unlikely they could inflict such harm.
Just then, there was a knock on the hospital room door, and a few uniformed officers walked in.
"Mr. Wilkinson, you're suspected of damaging property and using threats and violence against others. Considering you're hospitalized, we'll be conducting our inquiry here."
Jasper was taken aback. "You've got to be kidding me! I'm lying here in the hospital, and you're not arresting the real culprits, but interrogating me?"
The officer's expression was stern. "Mr. Wilkinson, your injuries weren't caused by them—they were self-inflicted."
"We've reviewed the events. You forced your way in, knocked over a shelf, causing medication to spill, which led to your allergic reaction. It had nothing to do with the others."
After finishing, the officer noticed Haynes standing nearby. During the investigation, they'd already familiarized themselves with Stella's acquaintances, so he recognized Haynes.
"Mr. O'Brien, your wife was quite shaken. Shouldn't you be checking on her?"
"Regardless, Mr. Wilkinson initiated this incident. From any perspective, he's in the wrong."
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