Facade of Love Novel novel Chapter 138

Chapter 138 Possibly Not Lead To Conviction 

As we were speaking, my mother, driven by intense emotions, was about to step forward and hit 

Moore 

Moore was terrified and hid behind Idris with tears streaming down her face. She pleaded, “Mom, it’s not true, I didn’t do it. I don’t even know that Alex guy. He’s framing me! When Yvette was in trouble five years ago, I was as anxious as anyone, how could I possibly harm Yvette?” 

Being at the police station, I stopped my mother and turned to Officer Jackson, “Can I see Alex’s statement?” 

Officer Jackson nodded and led us all to the surveillance room to replay the video of Alex’s interrogation. 

In his statement, Alex described how he met Moore five years ago and how they conspired to deceive me, explaining everything in detail. 

After hearing Alex’s statement, my mother was so angry she was trembling, wishing she could tear Moore apart with her own hands. 

Moore was pale with tear–stained cheeks, shaking her head continuously, insisting that Alex was framing her 

I glanced at Idris, whose expression seemed indifferent throughout, not uttering a word, just standing coldly beside Moore. 

I could not decipher his thoughts and frankly had no inclination to probe further 

Instead, I turned to Officer Jackson, “Can Alex’s testimony lead to a conviction?” 

I did not specify whether Alex’s testimony could convict him or Moore as an accomplice, but Officer Jackson’s response was very clear, 

Officer Jackson glanced at Moore, her eyes swollen and filled with a pitiful expression, and then at Idris, seemingly noticing the unusual relationship between them. After a brief pause, he said to me, Alex has confessed to his crimes, and with charges like drug trafficking and abduction alone, he’s facing a lengthy prison sentence, possibly for half his life.” 

After saying this, he pursed his l*ps slightly and continued, “As for the accomplice he implicated, due to the lack of video evidence or other strong witness testimony, the police can’t rule out the possibility that he’s randomly accusing someone to deflect blame. Therefore, we can’t just convict someone based on his accusations alone, but…” 

Having said this, he looked at Moore and said, “Ms. Moore, since this incident from five years ago has resurfaced, it’s important for the police to clear the names of those involved. Therefore, we would appreciate your full cooperation with our investigation and questioning process.” 

Moore nodded with tears in her eyes, looking pitiful, and with a hoarse voice, replied, “Yes, I will cooperate with the police investigation. I haven’t done what I’ve been accused of, and I hope the 

police can clear my name. I wouldn’t want to be wrongfully accused and have it affect my sisterly relationship with Yvette.“” 

Officer Jackson pursed his l*ps and said nothing more. After speaking a few words to me, he turned to Idris and asked, “Mr. Young, may I have a word with you in private?” 

Idris nodded and left with Officer Jackson without saying much. 

Seeing Idris being taken away by Officer Jackson, Moore’s face showed a trace of panic. Her beautiful eyes followed Idris as he left, and her hands were tightly intertwined. 

It seemed she was worried about what officer Jackson might say to Idris. 

I did not say anything and just left the interrogation room. 

After watching Alex’s testimony, my mother was convinced that Moore had framed me five years ago. Unable to control her emotions, she suddenly grabbed Moore’s hair as soon as we reached the police station lobby. 

She shrieked, “Moore, I should never have adopted you, you ungrateful wretch! Even a dog would have been more loyal than you after twenty years. But you? You framed my daughter and seduced my son–in–law, you shameless thing! I should have let you freeze, starve, or die of illness back then, instead of letting you live to harm others!” 

My mother, who was usually not aggressive, was extremely angry and lost control of her emotions, wishing she could kill Moore on the spot. 

Caught off guard, Moore, being pregnant, could only struggle and scream. Trying to maintain her gentle image, she cried and pleaded for mercy. 

However, my mother did not care about any of that and attacked Moore fiercely.