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Chapter 227 The Tables Turn
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“Hmm, good” Jonathan nodded, satisfied. Seeing everything progressing smoothly put his mind at ease.
“Boys, could we not discuss business at the dinner table? Let Arabella enjoy her meal in peace, Florence gently reminded them, noticing the work talk picking up again.
“You’re right. Let’s cat,” Jonathan agreed immediately, shifting the focus. “Arabella, have some more.”
“You and Mom should have more too,” Arabella replied warmly.
The rest of the dinner was filled with light conversation and relaxed laughter, a genuinely happy family meal.
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“What did you just say? How are you handling this case?!” Freya’s shrill voice seemed to rattle the windows of the private hospital room.
“Ma’am, please lower your voice and cooperate with our investigation, or we will have to consider charges for obstructing a police officer,” one of the officers stated coolly.
“I…” Freya’s face went pale. Fuming internally, she snapped her mouth shut.
She truly hadn’t expected this–she was the one who’d filed the report, she was the one lying there injured, and yet somehow she was now being treated like a suspect.
“Think carefully. What was your exact purpose for coming to the hospital that day?” the officer pressed, fixing her with a steady gaze. “We have gathered evidence. Your best course of action is to cooperate. You understand the alternative.”
“I…” Freya wanted to argue, but a wave of fear held her back. She cursed silently. Where the hell is Carter? Why isn’t he here yet!
She had sent him home to check on Harper, but he’d never returned.
Now she was alone, facing the police, and she felt utterly cornered.
She couldn’t wrap her head around how she’d gone from the victim filing the complaint to the one being investigated.
Just then, the door opened and Carter walked in. Seeing the room full of officers, he assumed they were finally following up on their report, “You’re here. My wife was seriously injured by Arabella. You need to make sure justice is served.”
“Shut up, Freya hissed at him, horrified. Was he trying to make things worse?
“Mr. Macdonald, we’re here on a separate matter today. We’ll need your cooperation as well,” the lead officer said, his tone leaving no room for debate.
Only then did Carter sense the tense atmosphere. He moved closer to Freya’s bed. “What’s going on? What
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other matter?” he whispered.
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Why did the officers seem so stern? They were the victims. Why were the police looking at them with such suspicion?
“They’re saying we were the aggressors. They’re holding us responsible,” Freya muttered back, a mix of anger and panic in her voice. The worst part was she didn’t know what evidence they had. But if the police. were saying it, they must have something.
Was she going from the hospital bed straight to a jail cell?
Carter’s mind reeled. The aggressors?
“No, that’s not right. We didn’t start anything. My wife is the one who’s hurt,” he said aloud, bewildered. How had things turned upside down in the few hours he’d been gone?
The officer gave them both a cold, assessing look. “Do you have any proof to support your assault claim? Filing a false report is a serious offense.”
“We…” Carter faltered, his face tightening.
They had gone to confront Arabella, intending to intimidate her, of course. They hadn’t exactly planned to document it. Where were they supposed to find proof?
It had just been him and Freya there, against Arabella and her no–good brothers….
Suddenly, a thought struck him. They had no evidence, but that meant Arabella probably had no evidence to prove they were the instigators either.
“You mentioned someone accused us of instigating the conflict. Do they have evidence?” Carter asked, feeling a surge of defiant confidence.
As much as he often found Freya infuriating, he couldn’t let anything happen to her now. The whole family’s stability depended on her. Besides, he’d been there too. If charges were pressed, he’d be in just as much trouble.
“So you’re denying the allegations?” the officer said after a moment of silence. “We wouldn’t be here if we didn’t have grounds.”
“That’s impossible,” Carter insisted, refusing to believe it.
“You’ll come with us,” the officer said, ignoring Carter’s protest. He nodded to the colleagues behind him. “Given her condition, take her statement here. Post two officers outside this room. She is not to leave the hospital until medically discharged, at which point she will be escorted to the station.”
“Yes,” an officer replied and moved toward Freya’s bedside.
“The rest of you, with me.”
“Hey! You can’t do this! You have no right to arrest me without proof!”
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As Carter’s shouts faded down the hallway, all the remaining color drained from Freya’s face.
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That useless fool. She had been counting on him to help talk their way out of this, and instead he got himself taken into custody.
What was she supposed to do now?
She absolutely could not admit to anything. An admission would ruin everything. She was not going to jail.
But this evidence the police claimed to have…
Just as her thoughts spiraled, the door to her room opened again. Seeing who entered, a flicker of desperate hope lit up Freya’s face. “Calvin, you’re finally back.”