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Chapter_225
The atmosphere in the hospital room was tense. Victor’s cold demeanor and Winona’s emotional outburst created a sharp contrast, the air thick with unspoken resentment. As Winona continued her act, Victor’s icy gaze never wavered. He barely seemed to care for the tears that were streaming down her face, his tone distant and indifferent.
“Stop crying. What exactly happened?” Victor’s voice, though direct, carried a certain edge of frustration.
Winona, feeling the sting of his coldness, tried to push the limits of her performance. She had to make him feel guilty, make him understand the gravity of her situation, or at least see her as the victim she wanted him to believe she was.
“Dad, Victor, Mom and I were shopping at Skyline Plaza today when we ran into Yvette and Bonnie. After some heated words, Yvette pulled out a gun and almost killed me and the baby. You have to help me!” she cried, eyes glistening with fabricated innocence.
The moment her words hit the air, Robert’s face darkened, his anger palpable. “What kind of person is Yvette? How did she get a gun? How could she be so cruel, especially when you’re pregnant? Does she think no one can stop her? Where is she now? Didn’t you say you called the police?”
Winona wiped her tears, maintaining her composure, and nodded. “Yes, the police came and took her away. But it seems Yvette knows the officer who arrested her, and they seem to be on good terms. I’m afraid he might protect her. Dad, you and Victor should go to the police station. We need to make sure Yvette is punished.”
Her last sentence carried an undertone of venom, but it was quick, almost imperceptible. Only Yulia, who had been quietly observing, caught the brief flash of malice behind her daughter’s words. Robert and Victor, though, were too caught up in the unfolding drama to notice.
Victor’s skepticism was evident in his silence. His expression was far from sympathetic. “From what I know, Yvette is bold, but she doesn’t meddle in things that don’t concern her. She wouldn’t just pull a gun on you for no reason. What exactly did you do?”
Winona’s eyes widened in disbelief. She immediately turned the accusation onto him, her red, tear-streaked face twisted with wounded pride. “How can you speak up for Yvette? Are you saying I was the one causing trouble? Victor, how could you say such a thing? I’m carrying your child, and you’re taking the side of an outsider over me?” she sobbed, making it seem like she might faint again.
The dramatic shift in her behavior caught Robert off guard, and without thinking, he rushed to Winona’s side, gently pushing Victor aside. “What are you doing?” he snapped at his son. “Even if Winona was in the wrong, Yvette shouldn’t have pulled a gun! Come with me to the police station. I want to see which officer is on good terms with her and dares to protect her. This is outrageous!”
He helped Winona back into bed, smoothing her covers in an attempt to comfort her. Victor, his expression still unreadable, followed his father, though his reluctance was clear.
As Robert and Victor prepared to leave the room, Winona called out to Yulia, her voice carrying a hint of control behind the facade of distress. “Mom, where are you going?”
Yulia turned to face her daughter, her gaze sharp. “Winona, why don’t you tell the truth? You were the one who started the trouble and slapped that girl. That’s why Yvette pulled a gun.”
Winona’s response was a cold laugh, her eyes glinting with mockery as she fixed her hair. “Mom, I advise you not to meddle. The fact is, Yvette pulled a gun on me—that’s all you need to know.”
Yulia, frustrated by Winona’s manipulation, made to leave, but Winona’s next move stopped her in her tracks. She picked up a fruit knife, making subtle threatening gestures near her belly. Yulia’s heart sank as she realized the gravity of the situation.
“You’re a madwoman, Winona. You’re completely insane,” Yulia whispered, feeling a shiver run down her spine.
Afraid that Winona might actually harm herself or the baby, Yulia turned and hurried out of the room. Winona’s eerie laughter followed her, chilling her to the core.
At the police station, Zane walked through the halls with Yvette and Bonnie, the former appearing indifferent to the ongoing drama. Zane, the station’s chief, was more concerned with managing the situation than with the specifics of the case. He turned to Yvette, who was as unreadable as ever.
“Ms. Zeller, what should we do with this young lady? Should she wait in the lobby or in my office?” Zane asked, his voice low and professional.
Bonnie, who had learned of Zane’s position as the chief, spoke sweetly. “Sir, it’s okay. You don’t need to worry about me. I can wait in the lobby. I’m pretty familiar with this place.”
Zane smiled, appreciative of her composure, but he quickly shifted the conversation to Yvette. “Ms. Zeller, could you go to the restroom and give Mr. Chavez a call? We need him here. Otherwise, this situation could get difficult. If Mr. Chavez is here, we’ll have a reason to let them go, right?”
Yvette’s expression remained blank as she looked up at Zane, her voice cool and casual. “No need. Let’s just go to the interrogation room.”
Zane paused for a moment, not expecting that response, but quickly composed himself. “Ms. Zeller, you must be joking. What interrogation room? Just go to my office and wait for Mr. Chavez. You probably haven’t had lunch yet, right? There’s a great place nearby. I can have someone bring it back. How can you explain things clearly on an empty stomach?”
Bonnie, ever polite, patted her small belly and spoke up hesitantly. “Um, Sir, could you get me a meal too? Anything will do, just a simple box lunch.”
Zane blinked, taken aback. “Is this girl for real?” he thought, before shaking his head with a smirk.
Yvette, ever the considerate friend, turned to Zane and spoke gently, “Could you please order some takeout for my friend? I’ll pay for it.”
Zane was struck by how kind Yvette was to Bonnie. He had seen many people come through the station, but the bond between the two young women seemed genuine and strong. “This girl,” he thought, “She’s got a way with people. Even I’m envious of their friendship.”
