Nanny and the Alpha Daddy

#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?”

The old housekeeper shrugged. “I don’t know. But they asked specifically for Moana.”

Edrick looked at me again and opened his mouth to speak, but I shook my head and grabbed my sweater off of the chair. “It’s fine,” I said. “I’ll go.”

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 the

like a bunch of hyenas. If pictures went around of

said, who I recognized as the one that gave us a ride home after the incident at the warehouse. “I apologize for the intrusion, but we wanted to come and talk to

about?” Edrick asked. I could tell that 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

come down to the station with us, we’d like to perform an interview. We’d like your side of the story as to what happened leading

fiancee dredge

the officer interrupted grimly. “This whole incident is causing a lot of media attention, and Ethan said — on the record — that… Miss Fowler went

said, feeling my anger begin to bubble up inside

saved for the interview,” the officer said

to interrogate my fiancee over something that my mentally insane, illegitimate half-brother said? You know he’s full of s**t, right?”

hands up in a 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

was trying to leave with Ella, would he and Kelly and Olivia get away with what I did? What if I got in trouble

ridiculous thought. 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 and a little

what had happened that night. I had seen clips of interrogations online where distressed victims were made to cry or have mental breakdowns over bringing up everything that happened, and

and spoke quietly. “You don’t need to go if you don’t want to,” he said. “And if you want a lawyer because of what happened that

“No,” I said. “It’s okay… I’ll go. It’s better to just get this over with now, and there’s no reason for me to get a lawyer.