Meanwhile, in the hospital, Lyra was also having her statement taken. Two police officers, a man and a woman, sat by her bedside asking her questions.
"Ms. Madden, let me confirm this. You're sure that Ms. Raines had someone to do this to you?" The male officer looked at Lyra with deep eyes.
Next to him, the female officer was recording their conversation.
Lyra nodded with certainty. "Yes!"
"If it turns out that Ms. Raines didn't do it and your actions now will become a form of slander. You'll be legally liable for the damage you dealt with her reputation, and you’ll also have to compensate for her psychological damages. Are you sure, Ms. Madden?" The male officer deliberately used a serious tone.
When Lyra heard the words "legally liable", her heart thumped and she remembered what she saw on the live broadcast before. Sydney had said that she would produce the evidence that she did not harm Lyra by midnight.
Now, Lyra was very worried that Sydney would be able to get evidence. She asked her lawyer before. If Sydney could produce evidence to prove her innocence, then Lyra's actions would be constituted as a false accusation, and she could be imprisoned for up to three years.
She initially planned this play because she thought Sydney had no evidence and could not prove it, but she was not too sure now.
However, since she had come to this point, there was no way back. She could only grit her teeth and push on, going all-in on the gamble that Sydney was just blowing hot air.
At that thought, Lyra suppressed the uneasiness in her heart and nodded with a smile. "I'm sure."
"All right, I understand." The male officer stood up and was ready to say goodbye.
At that moment, the female officer's phone rang.
She took a look at it and handed it to the male officer. "Captain, it's from the station."
The male officer took the phone and answered it.
Two minutes later, his brows furrowed and he gave Lyra an odd look.
Lyra was a bit flustered by his look, but she quickly calmed down again and pretended that nothing was wrong.
"Understood. I'll ask her." The male officer finished speaking and returned the phone to the female officer.
"Ms. Madden." He looked at Lyra. "Do you know a person called Frank?"
Lyra’s face changed slightly at the name.
When the officer saw this, he immediately knew the answer.
He pushed up his glasses. "It seems you do know him. Frank Powell has been detained as a criminal for throwing sulfuric acid on Ms. Raines. According to his statement, the only reason he attacked Ms. Raines is because of a phone call from you, and your intent to instigate him was very obvious in that call. Do you admit to this statement?"
Lyra's heart raced as if it was about to jump out of her throat. Her hands and feet went cold.
She lowered her eyes, not daring to look at the policeman's sharp eyes. "Of course, I don't admit to it. I did make a phone call to him, but I don't think I was instigating him to attack Sydney."
"But according to our investigation, you hate Frank. You've never contacted him after graduating from high school, but you suddenly contacted him today and told him those meaningful words. How do you explain that?" The officer narrowed his eyes on her.
Lyra suddenly covered her face and began to cry. "I didn't want to do that either. Such a terrible thing happened to me, my fiance broke off his engagement with me, and my parents found my sister and are busy cultivating feelings for her. I've become an isolated person. I desperately wanted someone to talk to, but I couldn't find anyone. It was at that time that Frank contacted me to ask how I was doing, so I called him to talk to him, but..."
"But what?" The male officer stared at her closely.
Lyra continued to sob pitifully. "But I didn't instigate him. I just told him how I was feeling. If you were me, wouldn't you hate the person who harmed you like this?"
"Of course." The policeman pondered for two seconds and nodded.
A flash glinted in Lyra's eyes, and she said, "Since you understand how I feel, how can you say that I instigated Frank to attack Sydney? I just said that I hate Sydney and don't want to see her anymore. I didn't tell Frank to do anything to her. It was Frank who misunderstood what I meant. I have nothing to do with this." "That’s reasonable. In that case. I'll return to the station and discuss it with my superiors. You have a good rest."
After he said that, he called the policewoman and they left Lyra’s ward.
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