I was leaning back in the chair, just casually watching Damien as if I were engrossed in so TV show.
I an, hadn’t he always believed Juliet and not trusted ? Now, the evidence was right there in his face. I really wanted to see if he could co up with any more excuses.
Once the recording was over, everyone’s expressions darkened.
Zion leaned back in his chair. He was constantly fidgeting with a lighter even though smoking wasn’t permitted in the interview room.
"This involves soone’s life," Zion uttered in a low, deep voice.
Damien remained silent throughout. His face showed no emotion, but the atmosphere slowly beca more tense.
I could tell he was pissed off, and I ant utterly pissed.
"Damien, you and Juliet are the ones responsible for her death. You’re both murderers." Violette’s voice sounded exhausted, as if she couldn’t muster the strength to argue anymore.
Damien’s deanor remained subdued as he stared at Zion coldly. "So, what’s the point of bringing this lunatic here? Isn’t he the one who committed the murder?"
Damien turned his accusation toward Dexter.
I felt a sudden urge to laugh, yet my chest still ached.
I stood up abruptly, locking eyes with Damien. "You’re truly disgusting."
"The murderer may not necessarily be him," Zion said in a deep voice, evidently discounting Dexter’s involvent to so extent.
Dexter remained seated in silence.
Lost in my focus on Damien’s mood, I hadn’t noticed Dexter beside . His deanor had turned intense. He was seemingly on the verge of losing control.
With an icy glare at Damien, he suddenly stood up and went for him. Punch after punch landed on Damien’s face. It was as if he intended to kill Damien.
I stood there in shock for a while before rushing over quickly to grab Dexter. "Stop it..."
"Why should I? I’m going to kill him!" Dexter turned to . Damien’s blood was sared on his face.
My eyes welled up as I reluctantly released my grip on Dexter. "Even if you kill him... can Sophia co back to life?"
Damien’s face was a bloody ss as he leaned against the wall, laughing maniacally... He made no attempt to defend himself.
It felt like he had completely lost his mind. He genuinely appeared insane. Sure, Dexter might be labeled a lunatic, but Damien appeared even more unhinged than him.
"Go ahead, hit ! Co on, do it!" Damien taunted Dexter.
He probably felt like he deserved a good beating.
Dexter, breathing heavily, threw another punch.
Zion, standing nearby, watched with indifference. As he checked the ti, he said, "Alright, that’s enough."
He could have stopped it from the beginning, but he didn’t. Beyond rules, there was still a sense of humanity.
Sohow, Zion also believed that Damien deserved to be punched.
I wondered if a couple of punches might jolt him back to reality and make him regret what he did to .
"Damien, you’re just despicable..." Violette’s voice trembled. "Both you and Juliet deserve to die."
After saying that, Violette turned to run away.
I stood there, holding onto Dexter.
Other officers rushed in. They were kind of confused about who to nab. "Officer Landon... he assaulted soone..."
"He’s ntally ill," Zion said in a deep voice before turning and walking away.
I gripped Dexter’s hand tightly, whispering, "Dexter, let’s go ho."
My words seed to snap Dexter back to reality. He looked at , stood up with those teary eyes, and mumbled, "I’m sorry."
He was apologizing to . Dropping his head and cupping my face, he went on and on with the apologies.
But what was he apologizing for? I had no clue.
"It’s okay, let’s go ho," I reassured him.
Damien’s gaze bore an intense vulnerability as it locked onto .
Anxious about the revelation of my true identity, I was eager to distance myself from him.
"Sophia," he called out unexpectedly.
He called Sophia. The use of that na brought to a halt. Gathering my composure, I took a deep breath and chose not to look back.
Zion’s brows furrowed, observing Damien as he called Sophia. He must be thinking Damien had lost his mind.
"Sophia..." Damien’s voice carried a mix of urgency and confusion as he exclaid. Rising to his feet, he grasped my wrist tightly, seeking answers.
"Sophia? Is that you, Sophia?"
A frown marred my expression. With disdain, I pushed his hand away. "Mr. Coleman, have you lost your mind?"
Silence lingered as he stood there, bewildered.
Dexter shot Damien a stern warning look. He kept a firm grip on my arm as he led away.
My legs felt weak from the mont I stepped out of the interview room. I was scared Damien would recognize . I was afraid he would find out I was actually Sophia.
"Dexter, go to the car." My voice faltered as I looked at him. "Just head straight to the car."
I needed to talk to Zion. The real murderer was still out there, claiming lives. We couldn’t afford to delay any longer. Even without solid evidence, we could at least put him under surveillance to prevent further harm.
I had already told Violette to update Zion on the situation. I was unsure if Zion had uncovered any substantial evidence in these past few days.
With concern in his eyes, Dexter delicately held my face. "Sophia... try not to be too upset."
I nodded, gently pushing him. "Hurry up. Go to the car."
A subtle disappointnt lingered in Dexter’s deanor as he lowered his head and walked away.
I cast a brief glance at him before looking away.
In the corridor, I saw Damien erging with blood staining both his face and body.
As he walked past , he abruptly halted in his tracks. In an effort to maintain my composure, I did my best to appear unfazed.
Silence lingered between us, and without uttering a word, he stared at . Abruptly, he lifted his hand as if to touch my face.
Instinctively, I pushed his hand away, casting a glare filled with profound disgust. My action left him montarily frozen.
Suddenly, I flinched. My reflex mirrored the resistance I once displayed when he used to touch .
These involuntary movents, the expressions, and the nuanced details spoke volus.
Damien lingered there, scrutinizing for what felt like an eternity. It was as if he was attempting to see through .
Frowning, I clutched my hands tightly. "Have you lost your sanity?"
Damien didn’t say a word. Once Zion ca out, he quickly walked away.
Breathing a sigh of relief, I reassured myself that my true identity as Sophia remained concealed. Even Dexter, it appeared, hadn’t entirely pieced together that I was Sophia.
"Were you waiting for ?" Zion approached, asking.
He scrutinized , his gaze tinged with skepticism.
"I..." I faltered, the impulse to disclose my identity as Sophia almost slipping out.
However, admitting it might lead him to associate with Dexter and as soone grappling with ntal health issues.
"Officer Landon, I’m Dexter’s wife and his legal guardian. I previously had Miss Violette update you about the murderer... Did you look into it?"
Zion regarded with caution. "What’s your connection to this case?"
After a mont’s hesitation, I took a deep breath. "Dexter is my husband. I can’t stand by while he faces false accusations. I’m determined to find the real culprit and clear his na."
After all, Dexter was still a suspect. He was currently out on bail.
Zion reluctantly accepted my explanation. "Violette didn’t ntion the murderer to . What’s going on?"
I paused. Did Violette not inform Zion? Did she still lack trust in ?
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