Make Me Moan Mr Therapist. Chapter 75: Investigations

"You can speak to , Mr. Sabe."

The voice was calm but firm.

He was bold in posture....tall, broad-shouldered, dressed simply in dark trousers and a green polo shirt that hugged his fra as he sat across another man who had a dejected expression. His own expression was serious, professional, the kind worn by soone trained to listen without flinching.

"I’m a detective," he continued evenly. "Detective Thomas. And I advise you to tell the truth. It’s the only thing that can help you now. I want nothing but the truth, so please go ahead."

"Speak to you?" Sabe scoffed softly as he raised up his gaze to et the detective but soon broke gaze with him.

For what felt like an eternity, he had remained silent, his gaze now glued to his lap....specifically to the area where his body had been irreversibly mutilated. The pain throbbed dully now, replaced by a deeper, heavier humiliation.

He was fighting so hard to control his tears. To him ..tears is just a sign of failure which he doesn’t want. Even though his inside were burning with hatred, anger....he was determined to control it in here.

I’ll fucking kill you now Gabe. Yeah I loved you before but not anymore. What I have now for you is hatred and that therapist of yours..... I’ll make him dickless too. Sabe yelled inwardly with anger etched in his face.

"What is there to talk about?" he finally muttered.

The room itself was small, square, and suffocating. No windows. No clock. Just cold grey walls and harsh white lighting that made everything feel exposed. A tal table separated them. On it sat a small voice recorder and a video cara, both already running, their tiny red lights blinking like unblinking eyes.

It was an interrogation room.....the kind where truths were dragged out whether the offender was ready or not.

"There’s a lot to talk about, Mr. Sabe," Detective Thomas said, letting out a slow breath as he leaned back slightly in his chair. "We have recordings from your house. Videos between you and your partner."

Sabe’s jaw tightened, but he said nothing.

"The footage captures the argunt between you and your partner," Thomas continued. "It shows you hitting him. It shows you going to the kitchen, picking up a knife, and pressing it against his neck. It also shows you lifting a flower vase and nearly smashing it against his head until his friend and his therapist intervened."

Detective Thomas leaned forward now, resting his forearms on the table.

"And it also shows you swinging the knife at the therapist," he added quietly. "Not just anywhere. You aid for his waist. Which suggests you were aiming for his genitals as it was even obvious."

Silence followed.

Sabe let out a sharp scoff, finally lifting his head. "So what else do you want to say?" he asked, irritation lacing his voice. "You already have video evidence."

"There’s just one thing," Detective Thomas replied calmly. "Intent."

"I never intended to kill Gabe," Sabe said quickly, almost defensively. "The knife and the vase were just to scare him. That’s all."

"Oh, really?" Thomas raised an eyebrow, studying him closely. "Then explain this to ....why aim the knife at the therapist’s genitals? Is it what I think it is? I want to hear it from you."

Inside, Sabe’s thoughts spiraled.

Who cares if a partner cheats?

Who cares if it’s with a therapist?

It was a boring, stupid story....one that didn’t even matter now. Gabe wasn’t the first person in the world to cheat, and he wouldn’t be the last. That part of the story was irrelevant to this case.

"I was trying to keep him away," Sabe said at last, his voice lower now, heavier. "I knew the therapist and Gabe’s friend cared about him. I wanted them to know I was dangerous too. That they shouldn’t hurt especially since I had already hurt Gabe."

He paused, then added bitterly, "It was self-preservation."

Detective Thomas sighed softly. "The police don’t really care about relationship drama, Mr. Sabe. But what that video shows is dostic violence. And for that, you could go to jail. Your partner may also file for divorce."

Sabe didn’t react.

"And let’s not forget," Thomas continued, "you ended up with a mutilated penis. Sothing that could have happened to the therapist but happened to you instead."

Thomas leaned back again. "So I’ll ask one more ti. Does protecting yourself involve aiming a knife at soone’s genitals?"

"I didn’t know my knife was aid there," Sabe snapped, anger flaring briefly in his eyes. "I lost control. And I ended up hurting myself."

He clenched his fists. "And I don’t care if Gabe divorces . He deserves to. He’ll never forgive anyways hence the best is for him to divorce ."

There’s nothing I need him for anyway.

Detective Thomas studied him for a long mont before nodding once. "Alright. Then let’s move on."

Sabe stiffened.

"Fetalyn," Thomas said.

The na alone seed to change the air in the room.

"That drug has been linked to the deaths of hundreds of patients," the detective continued. "And the trail leads back to your hospital. This is no longer just a dostic violence case. This is now a potential murder investigation. So tell Mr Sabe...I need the whole truth about this fetalyn case. If you’re responsible, just say the truth...then the judge might give you a lesser purnishnt. Probably few years in prison or perhaps life imprisonnt where you could still get out if you keep a good profile, if a new governnt take office."

Sabe’s expression hardened. "I had no idea about it," he said firmly. "And it truly pains that people died."

He shook his head slowly. "I never knew the drug was being abused. I never knew it was being administered behind my back."

"You’re saying soone else is responsible?" Thomas asked sharply. "That you knew nothing until now?"

"Exactly," Sabe replied without hesitation. "I would never put my patients’ lives in danger. I intend to heal people with the drugs my company produces, not kill them."

His voice wavered slightly. "Yes, I produced Fetalyn. But I never instructed anyone to misuse it. Soone else is responsible, and now they’re waiting for to take the fall."

He swallowed.

"I may be violent. I may lose my temper. I may have hurt my partner. But I am not a murderer."

Detective Thomas stood slowly. "At the mont, there’s no direct evidence tying you to the Fetalyn deaths."

Sabe looked up sharply.

"So for now, you’re free to go," Thomas continued. "However, the dostic violence case is still pending. Your partner hasn’t filed a complaint yet but that could change. Even though your partner didn’t....we police officers could decide to file it on his behalf and keep you here but then no."

He straightened his jacket. "You’re injured, so you may go ho. But we’ll call you back if needed. And if your partner files a report, there will be consequences....divorce, possible jail ti, or both."

"Thank you," Sabe muttered as he stood.

"One more thing," Detective Thomas added as he walked toward the door. "Watch your actions. From now on, eyes are on you. Every call. Every move."

He paused. "Your partner is at ho. Don’t touch him. Don’t threaten him. Even if he doesn’t plan to report you....soone else might force his hand."

Sabe nodded stiffly.

He was escorted out of the interrogation room, through the sterile halls of the station, and into the open air where Josh his bodyguard waited beside a black car.

And for the first ti since everything had begun, Sabe felt sothing far worse than pain.

He felt watched.

"I knew you were going to be out soon and I knew it was going to be night when all those reporters will have gone to their house." Josh voiced out with a deep bow. "Those police officers were bribed not to rough handle you and yeah even if master Gabe files a complaint about you later... you’ll still get out. The best you could do is to divorce him now."

"Thank you so much Josh. I heard that Gabe is at my house. Is that so?" Sabe raised an eyebrow.

"Yes boss. He shalessly returned back from the therapist house. I guess he couldn’t survive without you afterall." Josh replied with a mocking chuckle. "And now he’s back after ruining you. Allowing your fans on love couples show turn against you and then the case of fetalyn...I can’t help but to think it’s linked to him."

"The love show is even not my concern but rather my company." Sabe voiced out with a heavy sigh. "I believe you’ve done the necessary plan? The hospital have to restore it’s forr glory and only when the police officers drop all charges on will I be able to deal with Gabe and that motherfuker therapist if his."

"Everything had been done boss. You’ll hear the good news tomorrow. And yeah I believe starting that new project of yours you once told about will help you get your fans and even patients back. It’s just a matter of ti now." Josh voiced out while Sabe nodded jus head in response before getting into the car while Josh got to the driver seat.