Chapter 193

The police officer opened the car door and flashed the handcuffs, ready to take Christina away.

"My daughter hasn't hurt anyone. She's innocent! What are you doing?" Elisa rushed forward, trying to stop them.

She stood protectively in front of Christina. "You're police officers. You should be upholding justice, not falsely accusing good people."

"Your daughter is a suspect. We're taking her in for questioning. We're not convicting her right now," the officer explained patiently.

Elisa wasn't having any of it.

"Then wait until you've investigated and confirmed that my daughter is guilty. Only then can you take her away. You have no evidence right now, just a guess. Taking my daughter away like this is killing me! I'm a terminal cancer patient. How can you do this to me?"

"Ma'am, please don't make this difficult," the officer said, exasperated.

They were following protocol.

Even if the suspect's family member was terminally ill, they couldn't make exceptions.

If they made an exception today, how would they handle cases in the future?

"You come from nothing and have no status here," Zaid sneered from the side. "If you really care about your daughter, why don't you go with her? This is a society governed by law. Are we supposed to listen to you instead of the police?"

Elisa was left speechless by the mockery.

William couldn't just stand by and watch Christina being taken away.

He wanted to step forward to protect Christina.

But Christina pushed Elisa aside and held out her hands to the police. "I'll go with you. I haven't done anything wrong. I'm not afraid of your investigation. Go ahead and check. Once you find out the truth, you'll let me go."

"Christina!" Elisa was frantic.

But there was nothing she could do.

She watched helplessly as Christina got into the police car, which then sped away.

Now, her only hope was William.

"Don't worry too much. Like your wife said, she hasn't hurt anyone. Once the investigation is over, they'll let her go. The police won't make things difficult for her in a lawful society," Knox Cavendish, the second brother of the Cavendish family, said with a hint of sarcasm.

Knox was more interested in getting William to share his shares with the family than in Christina being taken away.

But Knox was disappointed.

If Knox couldn't be happy, he didn't want anyone else to be happy either. He was deliberately provoking William.

William's eyes narrowed.

The police had come at the worst possible time, right after the funeral when the guests hadn't left yet. This was no coincidence.

Someone had orchestrated this.

The goal was to force him to make a decision in front of all the guests, no matter what he chose, he had to give an explanation.

But he couldn't worry about that now.

He needed to find out the truth to save Christina.

After seeing off the guests, William drove home. He needed to go to the study to sort through Nicholas's belongings.

Elisa followed him in.

She closed the door and, with tears streaming down her face, said, "William, please, you have to save Christina. She's your wife."

"I know. I won't abandon her," William reassured her.

But Elisa was still worried.

Even if Christina was saved, the Cavendish family looked at them with disdain, wishing they would just disappear.

Who knew what they would do to Christina next?

"Why don't you send her away, somewhere far? Once things calm down, bring her back. Ever since we entered the Cavendish family, they've treated us like outsiders. Gabrielle has been making my life difficult," Elisa said, still uneasy.

William couldn't be with Christina all the time.

He had to investigate the truth and manage the company.

What if someone took Christina away while he wasn't there? It would be better to send her away for good.

"I'll consider everything carefully. You're a patient. Focus on getting better. Leave Christina to me. I'll take care of her," William promised solemnly.

What he failed to do in the past life, he would do in this one.

Both Christina and their child would be safe.

Elisa finally felt reassured.

She could see that William genuinely cared about Christina and her safety.

With him around, things would be resolved perfectly.

Meanwhile, at the police station.

After being taken to the station, Christina was interrogated.

The interrogation room was a small, enclosed space with no windows and blue walls that created a sense of pressure.

The officer in charge of the interrogation was experienced.

He sat across from Christina and pointed to a slogan on the wall behind him. "See that? The law never rejects those who sincerely repent. You're still young. If you confess, your sentence can be reduced to the minimum, and the impact on you will be the smallest."

"I haven't hurt anyone. What am I confessing to?" Christina retorted.

She was innocent and intended to leave the same way.

"I know your situation. You and William have a forbidden love. It caused quite a stir online. If I were a parent, I wouldn't support you two being together either," the officer said, watching her closely for any reaction.

Christina nodded calmly. "Nicholas didn't like me."

"And on the day he died, he had you sign a prenuptial agreement. None of the Cavendish family assets are yours," the officer continued. "You've married William, but you're still treated as an outsider. Doesn't that bother you?"

Whether she was with William for love or money, being treated with such suspicion would make anyone resentful.

And resentment was a strong motive.

Christina shook her head. "No, it doesn't bother me. William and I are getting a divorce. We're ending our marriage. The Cavendish family money was never mine to begin with."

"You two just got married and now you're getting a divorce?" The officer didn't believe her.

He had been married and knew the feeling of newlywed bliss.

Even if a couple was drifting apart, it would take at least six months to a year.

"Yes, because I realized he's not as great as I thought. I don't like him anymore. I don't want any ties to him, and I don't want his money," Christina said. "I have a job. I can support myself. I don't need to scheme for someone else's money."