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Chapter_57
The tension at Seacrity Police Station was palpable as the news about Yvette spread quickly through the city. Inside the isolation room, Yvette remained composed, her calm demeanor belying the chaos that was unfolding outside. The two officers, Lachlan and Nolan, could hardly hide their growing frustration. Yvette’s refusal to speak was a power play that rattled them more than they were willing to admit.
Lachlan, who was used to intimidating suspects into submission, had hoped Yvette would break under pressure. But she sat there, unflinching, her eyes cool and calculating, not a trace of fear in her expression. He waved the injury report in front of her, demanding a confession. “This is evidence, Yvette. A concussion. You know how this goes. If you confess now, there’s still a chance for leniency. But if you keep silent, there’s no saving you,” he warned, his voice harsh.
Yvette didn’t flinch. She didn’t even look at the report. Instead, she crossed her legs, rested her chin in her hand, and smirked. “Do you think I’m scared of you?” she asked, her voice laced with contempt. Her calmness was unnerving, and Lachlan’s temper flared.
“Don’t be foolish,” Nolan added, trying a different tactic. “You know who Ethan Brooks is, right? He’s not just any guy. He’s the deputy mayor’s son. Do you want to make this worse for yourself? If you think this is bad now, just wait until the deputy mayor personally comes down here to interrogate you.”
Yvette’s smile only grew wider. “Let’s talk when Daniel comes,” she said, her tone ice-cold. Then, without another word, she closed her eyes, shutting them off from the world around her.
The officers exchanged looks, both bewildered and angry. They had expected Yvette to crack, to plead for mercy, but instead, she was defiant. They couldn’t use force, and now, they were left with no real way to break her down. They were at a loss.
Outside the police station, the city was buzzing with activity. Various factions in Seacrity were beginning to move in the shadows, all drawn by one name: Yvette Zeller. The situation was spiraling out of control, and it wasn’t just about an assault charge anymore. It was becoming a political battle, with powerful figures positioning themselves in the background.
At the same time, Bonnie was desperately trying to get in touch with Jeremiah. She had already spoken to Andrew, and now, she needed to reach Jeremiah as quickly as possible. The situation was rapidly escalating, and Yvette needed help.
Meanwhile, in a distant part of Seacrity, Winona couldn’t hide her satisfaction. The seed she had planted with the police was taking root, and she was eager to see Yvette’s downfall. She had known how to play the game, and now, it seemed everything was falling into place. The police had already arrested Yvette, and with her stepmother’s injuries fresh in everyone’s minds, the case seemed all but sealed.
But there was something Winona hadn’t accounted for: the people who cared about Yvette. Andrew, Bonnie, Jeremiah, and even Wyatt were all racing against time, and they were not about to let Yvette fall without a fight.
At the police station, Simon had arrived, his expression tense and worried. Despite everything, he wasn’t about to let his daughter be thrown to the wolves. He had canceled his meeting and rushed over the moment he heard the news. He wasn’t sure what had happened, but he knew one thing—he couldn’t afford to let Yvette be handled like this. His influence in Seacrity could get things moving in her favor, but it wasn’t going to be easy.
Back inside the isolation room, Yvette waited patiently, her mind clear. She knew that this wasn’t just about Ethan’s concussion; this was about something much bigger. The storm brewing outside wasn’t just a series of misunderstandings—it was a battle for power, and Yvette was at the center of it.
