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You didn't hear me? I said that I didn't know where he was," Wendy replied firmly. Wendy wondered why Aron had come here to see Simon, so soon after she had buried Simon's body.

"What's your business here? Just tell me and I will forward your message to him when I see him," she added.

"You poisonous and vile woman, aren't you tired of acting in front of me? Do you think that no one knows what you did? I won't say it again. Hand over my father now! Don't force me to come and look for him inside the house," Aron threatened. Aron was desperately worried about Simon. Was he still alive?

Had he been killed? He was nearly going crazy himself. Eager as he was to break in and find his father, he feared that he would see something that he wouldn't be able to bear.

Wendy's uneasiness increased. 'He must know something. Anyway, I can't slip into a panic,' she told herself. "I'm not gonna say it again, either. I have no idea where that stupid man is. When he returned from Autumn's birthday party, he had a fight with me and then left. We had agreed to meet in front of the Bureau of Civil Affairs today, but he didn't show up. I kept calling him, but he didn't answer his phone. I really don't know where he is now. I was going to ask you to send a message for me and ask him whether... he still wanted to divorce me or not," Wendy said calmly.

"Wow! That was impressive!" Aron sneered and gave a slow clap. "You killed him and hid his body and now you are lying to me and acting as if nothing happened. Don't you feel any guilt?"

"What nonsense are you talking about?" Yvonne finally opened her mouth. She knew that it was time to stand up and defend her mother. After all, Wendy was the only one whom she could rely on now. "I really admire your rich but wild imagination. You even made up a story and tried to frame my mother. If anything happens to my dad, you are the murderer," she continued.

"I don't want to waste my time on you," Aron responded impatiently. Aron was trying to push Wendy away and get inside, but Wendy stood before him, as firm as a pillar and blocked his way.

"Aron, you're not a part of our family. If you keep forcing yourself to get inside, I will call the police and sue you for entering my house illegally," Wendy warned.

"There is no need." Suddenly there was a voice behind Aron. All three of them looked towards the direction where the sound came. Aron turned around and caught sight of a police car outside the gate. "Mom, the police are coming.

What should we do now?" Yvonne with a pale look, whispered to Wendy, squeezing her hand.

Although Wendy was overcome with fear, she forced herself to calm down. "Don't panic. Take it easy," she said in a low voice.

Aron stood there silently, looking a little relieved at the sight of policemen. "Sir, we were just kidding. Aron didn't mean that," Wendy explained, as she walked up to the policemen.

"Oh?" the officer named Jack Zhang responded doubtfully, observing them discreetly. "Who is Wendy Ye?" he asked.
"I am," Wendy answered musingly. 'Did the police learn that I killed Simon? No, it's impossible.'

"Sir, may I ask why..." she went on carefully. Wendy became aware that these policemen didn't come here for no reason.

"Someone called us. Now we suspect that you murdered your husband, Simon Gu. Please come with us to receive further investigation. Thank you for your cooperation," Jack Zhang said with a grim face. Yvonne and Wendy both began to look uneasy.

"You must have made a mistake. My mom couldn't have killed my dad. It's not true," Yvonne defended. "You can't take her away!" She dashed toward Wendy and grabbed her hand.

"We will look into the case. Please don't interfere with our official business," Jack Zhang said to Yvonne indifferently. "Take her," he told his subordinates, pointing to Wendy.

Wendy was composed during their conversation. She had known that this day would come when she decided to kill Simon. But she didn't expect that this day would come so soon.

"Sir, may I have a few words with my daughter?" Wendy said coolly, glancing over at Jack Zhang.

"Yes, you may. But be quick," Jack answered.

Wendy gripped Yvonne's hand, and then they walked to a corner. "Mom, what should I do now? What will happen to me?" Yvonne kept asking. Her hands became cold and her voice was trembling.

"Calm down!" Wendy scolded. "You need to stay calm at this time. I will be taken away. Under this circumstance, you should compose yourself. Do you hear me?"

"Yes, I will compose myself," Yvonne replied. "Mom, what should I do next?" she continued, after she settled down.

"After they take me away, you go to the back yard, dig out his body and transfer it to another place. Remember, do it secretly and don't let anyone notice you.

Otherwise, I will be as good as dead," Wendy whispered to Yvonne. "Also, dispose of the dishes on the table. There is nothing to worry about as long as you get these two things done," she added.

"No, mom. I can't..." Yvonne shook her head, starting to sob. Overwhelmed by fear, she was a total mess now.

"Of course you can. You must do these for me," Wendy encouraged. "Now we only have each other. No one can help me except you. Do you have confidence in handling Aron alone?"

"But.." Yvonne stammered, looking troubled. After a long pause, she nodded at Wendy, "Okay, I will deal with them."

Wendy gave a satisfied smile at the sound of her words. "Are you done now? We need to go," Jack Zhang urged, looking towards them.

"Here I am," Wendy responded. "I'm leaving now. Take care of yourself," she then turned to Yvonne, patting her shoulder gently.

Yvonne stood by the door, watching Wendy escorted by the police. "I called the police. Please let me go with you," Aron said as he strode to Jack Zhang.

"Well, then you can come with us," Jack agreed. He and Wendy got into the police van, and Aron followed behind them.

When they arrived at the police office, Wendy remained silent and refused to speak no matter what the police officer asked. She insisted on getting herself a lawyer.

Meanwhile in another room, Aron turned the sound recording in to the police, which could be counted as a strong evidence. But Wendy hadn't confessed and Simon's body hadn't been found, so they couldn't declare Wendy guilty.

"Sir, is there nothing we can do now? She murdered my father. I can't let her get away with it," Aron asked shaking with anger, as his eyes turned red. "Take it easy. I have called in a warrant, and it can be issued in a couple of hours. Once we get the warrant, we can ransack her house. As long as we find the body, she will be brought to justice," Jack assured.
"What if the body got transferred somewhere else?" Aron asked as his cold sweat kept running down from his forehead.



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