Winning Her Heart Back (Emelie and William) novel Chapter 710

Emelie immediately sensed that something was off. The case, which had remained buried for so many years, was suddenly dug up now. There was obviously something fishy about this.

She glanced back toward the hospital room, suspecting that this might be connected to Samuel's car accident.

After a moment of thought, she turned to the officers and said, "Alright. I'll go with you."

Jodie panicked. "Ms. Pierce, how can you go to the police station? I'll contact Mr. Bardot right away. This is too offensive."

Emelie smiled. "Every citizen has the obligation to cooperate with the police in their investigations. I have nothing to hide, so what do I have to fear? Just notify the lawyers to be ready."

She added, "And don't tell Wesley yet."

Jodie was still worried, but Emelie patted her shoulder. "Don't worry."

Finally, she waved her hand, signaling the bodyguards to stand down. "Understood."

That night, Emelie was taken to the interrogation room. This was the second time in her life being in such a place.

The first time was three years ago when Elena had set her up. She still remembered the feelings of despair and helplessness from being detained in a holding cell back then.

A wave of frustration swept over Emelie's heart, but she asked calmly, "So, officers, do you suspect that I'd accidentally killed Frankie with that hit?"

The treatment in the interrogation room was slightly better than that in the holding cell. At least she could sit on a small couch here instead of a cold iron chair.

They didn't handcuff Emelie. For now, it was just considered a criminal detention.

The officer got straight to the point. "Did you confirm Frankie's vital signs back then?"

"No. I clearly described in my statement that when Frankie's accomplices returned, I was in a hurry to escape and couldn't focus on anything else," Emelie replied. She'd respond to every question that she could.

"But given that I was suddenly kidnapped while showing signs of miscarriage, and being terrified, hungry, exhausted, and nearly raped, I don't believe that a single desperate swing of mine at the time could have killed an adult male."