Marrying My Father's Enemy-Chapter 154: Beatrice’s Denial

Chapter 154; Beatrice’s Denial

The interrogation room was cold, sterile, and unwelcoming.

Beatrice was in the metal chair with her chin held high, her lips curled in disdain.

Her hands, though cuffed, rested gracefully on the table as if she were attending a tea party rather than being questioned for a series of crimes. freewēbnoveℓ.com

The detective, a tall, no-nonsense woman named Detective Warren, entered the room and set a thick folder down on the table.

She didn’t say a word as she took her seat, her sharp eyes glared at Beatrice.

Beatrice smirked. "Finally, some company. I was beginning to think you’d forgotten about me."

Detective Warren ignored her tone, opening the folder and pulling out a series of documents.

"Let’s cut to the chase, Mrs. Blackwood. We have enough evidence to charge you with conspiracy, forgery, obstruction of justice, and accessory to murder. Care to explain yourself?"

Beatrice leaned back in her chair, her smirk grew wider. "Explain myself? For what? Your little circus act of accusations? Please."

Warren leaned forward, she was speaking calmly.

"The documents we recovered from your penthouse alone are enough to put you away for a long time. Add in the testimony we have from your associate Steven Blackwood, and your ex lover—"

"Associate?" Beatrice interrupted, laughing sharply.

"Steven’s a pathetic little worm who’d sell his own mother for a chance to save himself. Whatever he told you, it’s lies. All of it."

"He confessed to forging documents under your orders. He admitted to hiding medical records that could have saved Helen Hax life. And he named you as the mastermind behind all of it."

Beatrice slammed her hands on the table, her cuffs rattling loudly.

"Mastermind?" she sneered. "Don’t insult me. Steven’s the one who handled all the dirty work. I didn’t lift a finger. If anyone’s guilty here, it’s him."

Warren raised an eyebrow. "So, you’re saying Steven acted alone? That you had no knowledge of his actions?"

Beatrice’s smile returned, "Exactly. He’s a jealous little brother who couldn’t stand being in Henry’s shadow. He probably made up this entire story just to drag me down with him.

Warren reached into the folder and pulled out Eira’s diary, placing it on the table.

Beatrice’s eyes flickered to it for a brief moment before she looked away, carefully keeping her expression neutral.

"This diary was in your possession when we arrested you," Warren said. "It details years of neglect, manipulation, and abuse. Helen’s death. Eira’s suffering. All roads lead back to you."

Beatrice scoffed, crossing her legs. "Oh, please. A diary? That’s your smoking gun? How quaint."

"Would you care to explain how it ended up in your possession?"

Beatrice shrugged. "It’s called a coincidence. Ever heard of it? Maybe Steven planted it to frame me."

Warren’s voice hardened. "The evidence says otherwise. The break-in at Eira Hax apartment was caught on camera. You and Steven were clearly seen entering the building and leaving with stolen items, including this diary."

Beatrice’s laughter unhinged. "Cameras can be manipulated. People can be bribed. Do you think I don’t know how the world works?"

Warren Pressed on.

"You’re not going to talk your way out of this, Mrs. Blackwood," Warren said icyly.

"We have physical evidence, testimony, and now this diary. You can either cooperate or dig yourself a deeper hole."

"Cooperate? With what? Your desperate attempt to pin everything on me because you can’t solve your own case? Let me tell you something, Detective—this little game of yours doesn’t scare me."

"It’s not a game," Warren replied firmly. "People are dead because of you. Helen Hax. Marion... Liam Blackwood. And we both know there are more."

Beatrice’s expression twisted into a smile.

"Dead people, Detective? How tragic. But guess what? Dead people can’t talk. So unless you’ve got something better than sob stories and forged documents, you’ve got nothing."

Warren leaned back in her chair, her calmness was clearly irritating Beatrice.

The silence stretched, and Beatrice’s smirk faltered slightly.

She moved in her seat, her hands gripped the edge of the table.

"You think you’ve won," Beatrice hissed suddenly...

"You think you’re so smart, putting me in this little box and throwing around accusations like confetti. But you don’t know me. You don’t know what I’m capable of."

"Why don’t you tell me, then?" Warren replied smoothly.

Beatrice’s laughter rang out again, louder this time, almost manic. "Why should I? So you can twist my words and add them to your little file? No, thank you."

Warren didn’t flinch. "You’re only making things worse for yourself. Denial won’t save you, Mrs. Blackwood. The evidence is overwhelming, and every word Steven has said only strengthens our case."

Beatrice slammed her fists on the table again, her composure slipped further.

"Steven is a liar! He’s always been a liar! He’s weak, spineless. He would have done anything to get out from under Henry’s shadow, and now he’s dragging me down with him."

"You seem to have an excuse for everything," Warren stated carefully.

"But the facts don’t lie. The stolen documents, the forged contracts, the bribes—those are real. And so is the testimony against you."

Beatrice leaned back in her chair, her eyes narrowed.

"You want the truth, Detective? Fine. Here it is—I didn’t kill anyone. I didn’t forge anything. And I certainly didn’t tell Steven to do anything illegal. If he did, that’s on him. Not me."

"Convenient," Warren said dryly. "You’re just an innocent bystander in all of this?"

Beatrice smirked. "Exactly."

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Warren stood, pacing the room slowly.

"You know, Mrs. Blackwood, people like you always think you’re untouchable. You hide behind your wealth, your power, your connections. But eventually, the truth catches up with everyone."

Beatrice’s smirk disappeared again, her fingers tapped nervously against the table.

"Spare me the lecture, Detective. You’re wasting your breath."

Warren stopped pacing, leaning on the table to look Beatrice directly in the eye.

"We’ll see who’s wasting time when this case goes to trial."

Beatrice’s jaw tightened, and for a brief moment, the mask slipped.

Fear showed in her eyes, but she quickly buried it beneath her usual bravado.

As Warren gathered the files and prepared to leave, she delivered one final statement.

"You can deny everything you want, but the evidence is clear. And when the jury sees it, they’ll know exactly who you are—a manipulative, self-serving woman who destroyed lives for her own gain. And they’ll make sure you pay for it."

"We’ll see about that, Detective. Don’t underestimate me."

Warren didn’t respond.

She simply walked out, leaving Beatrice alone in the cold, sterile room with her thoughts and her craziness.

"I need to get out of here..."

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