Chapter 84

Evelyn was escorted into the interrogation room by the officer. The questioning lasted over twenty minutes.

When the officer stepped out, Lucas approached to gather details on behalf of the Graysons. He returned to Nathaniel and Margaret to relay what he'd learned.

"Sir, Ma'am, the police have wrapped up their investigation. Miss Abigail conspired with a man named Edward Whitmore to frame Miss Evelyn today. They found evidence of communication between them via their phones. Miss Abigail agreed to lure Miss Evelyn out to the mall, where they planned to drug her, take her to a hotel, and stage her as an escort while arranging for a man to assault her."

"By coincidence, Miss Evelyn had lost her wallet and phone earlier. Another woman wearing similar clothing found them. Edward mistakenly targeted her instead. He covered her head with a bag, knocked her unconscious, and took her to the hotel. Thankfully, it ended there."

"The client who paid for this service didn't touch the woman. The woman arrested isn't actually an escort. Regardless... Miss Abigail is being held for fifteen days for her involvement in the crime."

The news was too much for Margaret. She collapsed.

Nathaniel caught her and ordered sharply, "Call an ambulance!"

"Yes, sir!" Lucas immediately pulled out his phone.

Evelyn spoke up quietly. "No need. I already called one. It should be here any moment."

Right on cue, paramedics arrived with a stretcher. They secured Margaret, placed an oxygen mask over her face, and rushed her to the hospital.

At Nathaniel's instruction, Lucas accompanied them.

Soon, the police station returned to its usual solemn atmosphere.

Nathaniel studied Evelyn with narrowed eyes. Did she anticipate this outcome? Is that why she called the ambulance beforehand?

Evelyn felt his piercing gaze but ignored it. She approached an officer politely. "Officer, may I speak with Abigail for a moment?"

The officer looked surprised. "After what she tried to do to you?"

Evelyn smiled. "She's my husband's sister. I'll have to face her eventually. Might as well clear the air now. I'd prefer we get along in the future."

"You're very gracious, young lady." The officer had appreciated her cooperation throughout the process.

"Alright. But keep it brief."

"Thank you."

Inside the interrogation room, Abigail shot up from her chair the moment Evelyn entered. "Evelyn Whitmore! You witch! This is all your doing! You set me up!"

As a spoiled heiress, Abigail had never experienced police interrogation. The ordeal had left her frantic and furious.

The officer had handcuffed her to the table when she became uncooperative during questioning. Otherwise, she might have lunged at Evelyn.

Evelyn sat calmly across from her. She casually picked at her ear, feigning annoyance at Abigail's shouting. "No, this was your plan. I just outplayed you at your own game."