Sweet Mischief's Rollercoaster Romance novel Chapter 496

Molly left her hospitalized mother in the care of the ever-reliable Anya and took off.

When Chad arrived to visit his mother, he found Anya there. "Anya, where's your aunt?" he asked.

"She's gone to pick a fight," Anya replied nonchalantly.

Officer Chad: "..."

He glanced at his mother lying in the hospital bed, thought about Molly's fiery temperament, and muttered to himself, "Damn it! She's out of control again!"

Without wasting a second, he rushed out of the hospital.

By the time Chad arrived at the Thompsons' house, it was pitch dark, and the front door had been ripped off its hinges.

Chad inspected the doorway. It was clear that the door had been violently removed.

Inside, the place was a wreck. The flat-screen TV lay shattered on the floor, glass from the door was scattered everywhere, and there were splashes of blood on the ground.

Chad knew this kind of chaos all too well. If anyone could create such a mess, it was his sister.

It seemed this time, Molly was genuinely furious.

But strangely, no one was home.

Chad knocked on the door of the only neighbor to ask for information.

Despite his persistent knocking, no one answered.

"Open up, police," Chad called out.

After seeing Chad's badge through the peephole, the occupant cautiously opened the door a crack.

Chad frowned, "Where are the people from across the street?"

The man, who lived there with his family, stuttered nervously, "I... we... we were out... I don't know."

Chad could see this guy was scared out of his wits.

"If you don't cooperate with the police, you'll have to come down to the station with me," Chad warned.

The man continued to deny any knowledge.

Chad took out his phone and showed the man a picture of Jade on his lock screen. "Have you seen her?"

The man's eyes widened in fear. "No, I haven't seen her."

Chad started to regret teaching Molly how to disrupt police investigations. It was making his job much harder.

Left with no other choice, he resorted to intimidation.

Chad grabbed the man, pinning him against the wall. "You think by keeping quiet, you and your family will be safe? If they come back, you'll end up just like the Thompsons."

The man's legs gave way in fear. "Officer, you have to protect us. We really don't know her. This afternoon, she was leading a man in a black trench coat and about a dozen others. Everyone was too scared to leave their houses. But the man she brought with her punched the door until it split open. They scared the Thompsons so much they were crying. Then they went inside, and we could hear Mrs. Thompson screaming for help from our house. I was about to call the police when the woman who was leading them came to our door..."

Molly, also dressed in black, knocked on their door, and they didn't dare to make a sound.

"If you open the door willingly, I won't hurt you. But if we have to break it down and find someone inside, you'll end up just like the Thompsons," she had said.

The man was still shaken as he recounted the event. "I was afraid they would barge into my house. I couldn't fight them. I had no choice but to open the door. She warned me that if we called the police, they wouldn't spare my family. I could hear Mrs. Thompson's cries, which had gone hoarse. I was... I was scared. I have a family, a child; I didn't dare not to listen to her."

Chad asked, "Where did they go?"

The man burst into tears. "How would I dare to ask? When they left, they were carrying a bloody black bag, and Mrs. Thompson was nowhere to be seen. And there was blood on their hands. Dave and Mr. Thompson had wet themselves. I really didn't dare to cross them."

Chad was sure that Molly wouldn't kill someone.

Seeing the man clearly knew nothing, Chad let him go. "Do you know who that girl is?"

The man could barely stand, leaning on the door handle for support. "No."

"That's my sister," Chad said.

The man's face went pale— the sister of a cop had become a suspect?