The Revenge of the Mute Wife by Melanie Paulson
Chapter 100

Chapter 100

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Chapter 100

Cassandra's eyes widened with fear as she absorbed the implications of their words. The idea of ending up in prison because of Deborah was terrifying. Furthermore, she could see how much Nicholas was struggling to hold back his anger. *So, are you going to cooperate or continue to dig a grave for yourself?" the detective asked with a smirk.

"I..." Cassandra looked genuinely distressed as she felt cornered.

"I should also inform you that the person you hired to track Deborah has already spoken to us and provided some interesting information about his employers," the detective continued.

"What he didn't. Cassandra remembered now that the tracker had been in prison. Who knew what he

might do.

"Oh yes, he was quite the clever one, deciding to cooperate rather th

ot in jail for a poorly paid job."

"Poorly paid? That idiot was demanding an outrageous amount just to seep an eye on her."

"I'm glad to see you confirm that you hired him to monitor Deborah and let you know when she was alone and vulnerable so you could kidnap or harm her to eliminate the baby she was carrying," Christian said.

Cassandra's face turned pale as she realized the traitor had spilled everything to the police.

*So I'm sure you know by now that we are aware of what you and Roger's ex-mistress were planning for my grandson," Nicholas said, his anger evident.

"Deborah isn't your daughter. She's my father's illegitimate child," Cassandra snapped.

"And with that statement, you confirm that you're not as ignorant as you claimed," Christian said

mockingly

"Now that we've established that you're not innocent and knew exactly what you were doing, we're going to add charges for abuse, theft, and usurpation to your sentence, shared with your family," the detective declared as he gathered the documents and stood up ""What no wait..."

"Calm down, Cassandra. We'll give you time to think over your answer," Christian said.

"Wait, I... um.... if you promise to drop my charges, I'll tell you everything I know," Cassandra's voice was tinged with desperation.

"Sorry, but I can't make that promise," the detective said.

"Why not?" Cassandra demanded, her brow furrowed.

"Because your offer depends on how valuable and special your information is, the detective replied. "If It's significant... then yes, I might be able to make that promise." Cassandra, though scared, was willing to do anything to save herself. She began revealing everything she and her brother had discovered while investigating their parents.

Meanwhile, Ernest was growing impatient. He had been locked in that room for over an hour with no one coming in to question him.

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"Hello!" he shouted angrily. "Damn it... who do these idiots think they are? Hey! Are you going to interrogate me or what?!" Ernest glared at the window, and just then, the door opened to admit the detective, Christian, and Nicholas. "Well, about time," Ernest said, relieved.

"Heh... what can I say, I enjoy torturing nasty creatures like you with waiting," the detective said with a smirk as he took a seat.

"Damn..." Ernest tried to stand up to punch him, but reality hit him hard as he remembered he was handcuffed to the chair.

"You know, Nicholas, I think you might actually get to hit him in the face," Christian said sarcastically as he placed a folder on the table before spreading out the documents for Ernest to see.

"And it's amusing that your father doesn't know his son is just as bad, if not worse than he is," the detective added, enjoying Ernest's discomfort.

"I don't know what you're talking about," Ernest said, frowning as he looked over the papers.

"Although now I'm curious, did he teach you the formula or is it already in your genes?" the detective

mused.

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"I'll say it again, I don't know what you're talking about, so just let me go!"

"The funny thing is, you repeated the formula but failed miserably because you forgot it works only on children," the detective said, pulling out a photo of a young redhead, "Miss Jasmine White was fortunate to be so loved by her elder brother that he was quick enough to save her before you could kidnap and violate her. You planned to impregnate her and force a marriage, didn't you?"

Ernest frowned, bewildered. How could they have known about this, especially since it happened

overseas?

"I bet you're wondering how I know," the detective said. "The police have something called a shared database, where alerts for dangerous criminals from other countries are recorded. And you should know, the Whites have the same power and status as the Coopers, so they obviously have the money and resources to track down those who try to harm them."

Ernest was furious, remembering the words of Jasmine's brother who had vowed to destroy him no matter what it took. That's exactly why Ernest returned home quickly and kept a low profile while he came up with a new plan.