His Nanny Mate By Eve Above Story

Chapter 209: Testify

Moana

“The police are downstairs,” the old housekeeper said, sounding both confused and concerned, and a little sheepish as she surely knew what she had just walked into. “They want to speak to you.”

Edrick and I suddenly looked at each other in shock.

“I’ll go,” he said, grabbing his shirt off of the floor and putting it on. “You can stay here, Moana.”

But Selina shook her head and pointed at me. “They want to talk to her. They asked specifically for Moana.”

As Selina spoke, my eyes suddenly widened. Surely the police wanted to talk to me about Ethan and Kelly, but why now? They really came in the pouring rain? Couldn’t they have called first? Edrick, who seemed to be thinking the same thing, narrowed his eyes. “Well, it’s not a good time,” he said. “Why didn’t they call first instead of just showing up?”

don’t know. But

opened his mouth to speak, but I shook my

downstairs, as our new bodyguards were given strict orders not to let anyone in who wasn’t one of us. Edrick and I quickly put on our shoes and took the elevator down, and when we came out I saw two officers sitting on the bench in

outside. Thankfully, because of the pouring rain, it seemed as though the paparazzi weren’t lingering around outside like a bunch of hyenas. If pictures went around of two police officers coming into the building

ride home after the incident at the warehouse. “I apologize

he was feeling nervous, and so was I. I couldn’t help but wonder if something had happened to Ethan or Kelly in jail, or something

Fowler,” the officer said, looking at me. “If you’d like to come down to the station with us, we’d like to perform an interview. We’d like

my fiancee dredge up what happened that night without any time to prepare. If you call back another time, maybe we can set up a

interrupted grimly. “This whole incident is causing a lot of media attention, and Ethan said —

widened. “I did not!” I said, feeling my anger begin to bubble up inside

be saved for the interview,” the officer said gently with a

interrogate my fiancee over something that my mentally insane, illegitimate half-brother said? You know he’s full of

gesture of surrender. “It’s not an interrogation, Mr. Morgan,” he said. “It’s just an interview. We know that Ethan is not telling the truth, but we’d like to get Miss Fowler’s statement first.” He turned then to look back at me. “Now, if you’d like a ride down to the station, we could get this all over with today. Eventually, you may need

to leave

I was clearly manipulated into going, and even if it wasn’t clear enough, it didn’t really matter. Either way, Ethan still tried to kill a pregnant woman

online where distressed victims were made to cry or have mental breakdowns over bringing up everything that happened, and I didn’t

want to,” he said. “And if you want a lawyer because of

to just get this over with now, and there’s