Facade of Love

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.

his thoughts and frankly

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

or Moore

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

strong witness testimony, the police can’t rule out the possibility that he’s randomly accusing

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

and with a hoarse voice, replied, “Yes, I will cooperate with

my name. I wouldn’t want to be wrongfully accused and

speaking a few words to me, he turned to Idris and

Officer Jackson without saying much.

Moore’s face showed a trace of panic. Her beautiful eyes followed Idris as he left,

was worried about what officer Jackson might say

did not say anything and just left the interrogation

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.

my daughter and seduced my son–in–law,

lost control of her emotions, wishing she could kill Moore on the

Moore, being pregnant, could only struggle and scream. Trying to maintain her gentle image,