Lingering Doting Marriage: Big Boss, Little Sweet Heart

Chapter 2993: Chapter 3002: Didn’t He Used to Like You?

Her mind was a complete blank, her breathing nearly ceased, and she collapsed into the chair with such force that it startled the lady beside her.

The lady had long stopped recording.

How could she possibly release such an interrogation video? It would only disgrace them.

”Renee, are you alright?” She dropped her phone and rushed to support the person who had collapsed in the chair, angrily glaring at the policewoman in protest, ”What’s wrong with you? Is this how you police interrogate someone? Don’t you know my daughter just underwent a miscarriage surgery?”

The policewoman rolled her eyes, almost retorting with a sarcastic remark. Finally, she managed to hold back and gave a perfunctory reply, ”Mrs. Anderson, you were holding the phone recording the video just now. You should have captured it clearly; I didn’t touch Miss Anderson at all. I merely informed Miss Anderson of the situation that we police are aware of. It was Miss Anderson herself who couldn’t accept reality. How can you blame me, Mrs. Anderson?”

Having done something unscrupulous, now that others retaliated because they couldn’t bear it anymore, she herself couldn’t face the consequences, and she acts like a victim for what purpose?

Just had a miscarriage surgery - how is that my concern!

She heard that the baby Miss Anderson lost was actually because she tried to frame someone else unsuccessfully and then deliberately fell down the stairs to lose her own child.

Clearly, she’s ruthless enough to do anything for her desires, even killing her own child. Now she uses her child to restrict others.

Ha, only those who respect themselves are respected by others.

Everyone respects those who respect themselves. With people like them who don’t even respect themselves, why should others respect them?

Ridiculous!

After harshly retorting to Mrs. Anderson’s shouting, the policewoman tidied up the interrogation room’s desk, holding the evidence file and said, ”Miss Anderson, please rest here for now. Later, my colleagues will escort you to the detention room for temporary custody. Don’t worry, Miss Anderson, our police station is equipped with dedicated doctors who will regularly check your health to ensure your well-being. You don’t need to worry about your body giving in. We’ll discuss everything again when the bartender returns to the country.”

After speaking, she glanced at the lady again and formally reminded, ”And Mrs. Anderson, after we detain Miss Anderson, family visits are generally not allowed. Considering Miss Anderson just had a miscarriage surgery, you may stay with her during the time I complete the formal detention procedures. When my colleagues arrive, please leave.”

She finished speaking and left without turning back.

As if Renee and the lady were inconsequential clowns.

The door to the interrogation room closed swiftly.

The lady could no longer hold back, her arrogance vanished, replaced by an anxious look as she grabbed the arm of the person sitting in the chair in silence, urgently asking her, ”Renee, what is going on? Didn’t you say you had already cleaned up all the traces and wouldn’t be caught with evidence? How did the police find the bartender?”

Renee gave a bleak smile, her bloodshot eyes looking at her, ”Mom, you don’t really believe the police found him, do you? It wasn’t the police who found him, it was Adam Sinclair. He was the one who found him!”

The lady’s heart skipped a beat, coldness swept over half her heart, and she knitted her brows tightly, ”How can he be so ruthless? Didn’t he like you before?”