The Revenge of the Mute Wife by Melanie Paulson
Chapter 152

Chapter 152

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"That idiot's taking too long." Frederick grumbled as he paced back and forth in his cell. "He said everything would be ready before lunchtime."

"He's probably got diarrhea again, so that's why he's not here," Vanessa sighed.

The police had placed them in adjoining cells, which was a small comfort, though it was obvious they were kept together so they could be more easily watched. Still, it was better than being thrown in with the general prison population.

"Tch... how long does it take to get a signature?" With each passing minute, Frederick felt time dragging on. He couldn't understand why this was taking so long-he had always secured those kinds of signatures in seconds from his previous victims. "Relax, love," Vanessa said optimistically. "He'll be here soon with the good news. He's probably just finalizing the paperwork to get us out of here."

"You're right, my love," Frederick sighed, finally stopping his pacing. "And once we're out, we'll figure out how to deal with those two idiots and give them a punishment they won't forget for being so careless."

"Come on, Frederick, don't be so harsh... I think being in prison is punishment enough for my poor babies."

but they're not babies anymore."

"Maybe

"They're still my children, and I'll always see them that way."

Frederick smiled and shook his head, amused by how much his wife loved and spoiled their children.

"Pfft... you two are hilarious," a voice sneered. The couple frowned as they realized they weren't alone. A policeman was standing right outside their cells, and they hadn't noticed him approaching them. It unnerved them. "Do you seriously think you'll be released before the trial?"

"Obviously," Vanessa snapped, her frown deepening.

"What a naïve woman."

"Mind

your own business," Frederick growled, stepping up to the bars to glare at the officer. "Now get lost.

"Oh... that's a shame. I was going to give you some good news," the officer replied, hands in his pockets. But since you don't want to hear it, I'll just be on my way....

"Wait..." Vanessa called out, biting her lip. "Sorry... but can you tell us? What's the news? Has our lawyer arrived? Are we being released?" she asked, hopeful. "Hm... well, it does have to do with your lawyer, but..."

"But? What? Spit it out!" Frederick ordered, gripping the bars tightly, teeth clenched.

"Heh, seems like you're pretty anxious... poor things. But don't forget, you're in no position to give me orders. Why should I tell you anything when you're being so rude?" "Tch... please, just tell us," Frederick ground out, teeth still clenched.

"See, that's how you should always talk. You're just miserable rats, and I'm your benefactor and warden,

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Chapter 152

also known as the one you need to keep happy," the officer mocked.

The couple scowled, feeling humiliated. The exchange gave them a sense of déjà vu, recalling how they used to treat a certain brown-haired girl when she first arrived at their home whenever she would try to complain about the twins' bullying, both at home and at school.

"Alright, you've had your fun humiliating us, so just tell us!" Vanessa snapped.

"Oh... hm....Golly, what was I going to say?" The officer grinned, clearly enjoying their discomfort as they scowled and clenched their fists. "Ah, yes... Now I remember. I came to tell you the bad news that you've been left high and dry-in other words, you won't be getting any help from your lawyer."

"WHAT?!" they screamed in unison, fear flashing in their eyes.

"What do you mean by that?!" Frederick demanded.

"Why?"

*Well... a little while ago, he was caught trying to blackmail Mrs. Deborah Anderson into signing some papers, and Detective Morgan found out that your so-called lawyer was actually using a fake name. He doesn't even have a law degree," the officer explained, noticing that they didn't seem surprised by the revelation. They'd known this all along.

"But... but they can't detain him," Vanessa stammered as the officer frowned at their lack of shock. "I mean... the trial is in three days. What's going to happen now? Who's going to represent