Facade of Love

Chapter 265 Turning Point

The room I used to be in had a heater, which someone had unceremoniously turned off. The person who used to bring meals on time had not shown up in days. Now, in the depths of winter, even in the south, Lake City’s sub–zero temperatures were brutal.

I had always been cold–blooded, especially in the winter–my hands and feet would turn to ice all the time.

I could handle the chill with the heater, but now, without it, it was a whole different level of misery.

They had cut me off from food and water, and at first, I could handle it. However, by the second day, I was dizzy, my limbs were numb, and my heart was racing from the hunger and thirst.

I knew they were trying to break me to make me confess. If I caved, I would be sealing my fate as a murderer in court, especially without any evidence to back me up.

I held on.

throat was like

in the interrogation room, everything felt hazy. Renata, the same cop who had grilled me before, was there, eyeing me with a mix of suspicion and superiority. “Yvette,” she said, looking down

barely muster the energy, my voice scratchy and dry, “What

to the chase, “You killed Noah, right?”

before replying, “Officer, is this your

to debate the law with

weak smile, my voice a rasp, “Not really, but just so you know, the Scotts can

that a

head, “Nope, just the facts. For starters, I did not kill Noah. Perhaps you should ask yourself why you have not solved the case yet. No solid evidence, just trying to wring a confession out of me. Does that mean you’re incompetent? Are you so desperate to close the case that you would stoop to this? Officer, how

words had hit a nerve, but she went pale with anger. Staring me down,

questioning, I got the picture of what was coming my way. A

the outside world. I had left everything in Marcus’s hands; the rest was out of my control. I was clear on one thing: without evidence