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(A murder(4)

"You can rest assured that I have my people keeping a close watch on the Gu family house. If anything happens, I will know at once," said Officer Zhang calmly.

"Mr. Gu, I understand how you feel now. Wendy Ye has been arrested. If she is a murderer, we will bring her to justice. Please leave everything to us."

"I see, thank you, Officer," said Aron in a despondent voice.

Due to various procedures, the case could not be immediately investigated. This was especially hard for him when he knew that Wendy clearly killed his father.

Meanwhile, Yvonne had been cleaning up the room for a long time, but she was too afraid to go into the backyard and do what her mother had asked her to do.

She was so worried about Wendy that, after some serious consideration, she decided to ask Autumn for help.

When the phone rang, Autumn was ready to go to bed. Her first thought when she found that it was Yvonne calling, was to ignore it. But after a dozen rings, she picked it up.

"What?" Her tone was cold and irritated, as if she was talking to an enemy.

"Autumn, I beg you to help me," Yvonne blurted out. The annoying little half-sister had climbed down from her high horse, because, at this moment, the only person that she could think of who could help her was Autumn. At any rate, Autumn was Wendy's daughter, too, and she believed that she would never turn her back on Wendy.

Autumn paused, wondering if she had heard her wrong. "What did you say? You beg me?"

It surprised her that Yvonne, who had always been proud and defiant, would beg her.

"Cut the crap. I really need your help. It's about mom." Yvonne clutched the phone, her voice quivering.

Autumn frowned. "I was done with her days ago. She's your mom, not mine. If you call me for her, sorry, I can't help you. I'm hanging up now."

"Are you really going to be so cold, Autumn Ye?" Yvonne cried quickly.

"Hmmm, Autmun Ye is not here anymore. Now, I am Autumn Zhao. I have changed my name on the household register and my ID card." Autumn coolly relayed the fact to her. "It's late. I'm going to bed."

"Mom was taken away by the police!" Yvonne cried out fast. "You're my elder sister and the only one who can help her now. I beg you to go and see her, please!"

Autumn was stupefied by the news. It took her a long time to react. "Why did the police take her away?"

"You'll know when you see her. Autumn, please, help mom. I really can't lose her," Yvonne implored.

Out of kindness, Autumn finally got dressed and went to the police station.

It was already after midnight when she got there. Technically, she was not allowed to see Wendy at the time, but Aron helped her, so she was permitted to see her for a short time.

"What... have you done this time?" Autumn got right to the point, staring at Wendy with frigid eyes. Wendy's head was drooping, wallowing in hopelessness. She looked so different from her usual glamorous appearance, seeming much older than the last time Autumn saw her.

"Why are you here?" Wendy looked up at Autumn and said faintly, "Weren't you in a hurry to get rid of me? What are you doing here?"

"Do you think I wanted to come?" Autumn gave her a sneer. "If Yvonne hadn't called me and begged me, I wouldn't have come here at all. Come on, what are you under arrest for?"

"It's none of your business," Wendy replied and looked away.

"Speak up! Or else, I'll leave at once," Autumn scowled. "I don't want to waste my time with you here. Do you think I wanted to come if it weren't for the fact that you gave birth to me?"

"I didn't ask you to come!" Wendy argued ungratefully.

Autumn got angry. "Looks like I shouldn't have come. Well, enjoy your stay here. I'm leaving."

If Wendy were not related to her, Autumn would not have spent time and energy for this crap.

"Wait." As soon as Autumn stood up, Wendy regretted saying that, so she immediately stopped her from leaving.

"The police brought me here because that asshole Aron framed me and accused me of killing Simon. If you get me out of here, I swear I'll never bother you ever again."

"Aron said you killed Uncle Simon?"

Autumn frowned, deep in thought, 'Aron isn't a man who would lie. How could he have accused her of murder if she hadn't done it?'

When she was about to ask Wendy the whole story, Wendy took the lead in defending herself. "Simon is my husband. How could I murder him? Aron hates me, so he set me up on purpose!"

"Where is Uncle Simon now?" Autumn asked.

"I don't know." Wendy shrugged her shoulders.

"When we got back from your birthday party the other day, we had a big argument and he said he wanted to divorce me. Since then, we have never seen each other again and only made a few phone calls. We were supposed to sign the divorce papers today, but I never got through to him, and his cell phone was turned off in the afternoon. I really don't know where he is now. I'm also worried about him."

Then she added miserably, "No matter how much I've done you wrong, you'll always be my daughter, Autumn. You have to help me. Please"

Autumn looked repulsively at the person she used to willingly call mother and said, "If you really are innocent, I'll do what I can to get you out of here."

Then she turned around and left. Out in the hall, she saw Aron sitting on a bench. She hurried over to him.

With his head down, Aron looked so much at a loss and so depressed that Autumn did not know what to say. Hearing her footsteps, Aron looked up at her and forced a smile. "You've seen her."

"Yes." Autumn sat down beside him. "Are you..."

"Don't worry. I'm fine. This time I'll definitely make that bitch pay for her actions for blood. She must not be allowed to escape justice again," Aron said, gritting his teeth.

"Aron, is there... a misunderstanding?" Autumn asked after much hesitation.

"A misunderstanding? What do you mean?" Aron couldn't believe what he was hearing.

."I know she goes overboard sometimes, but... I still don't think she could have done such a crazy thing. I mean, this is cold blooded murder, we are talking about. So I wonder if there's something wrong."

Autumn summoned up the courage to speak her mind. Wendy, after all, was still her mother. "If there's no proof of her murder, do you think we can get her out of here? She's too old to be locked up like that."



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