The Billionaire's Mistake

MISTAKE 161

Chapter 161: Plotting his death

"Oh Martin," she whispered, approaching his bedside. "Is there anything you actually own? You did not own the company, now you did not own the house." She resisted the urge to slap him, knowing that the mark would be seen by a nurse. She paced around the room in

frustration.

"What was the use of marrying you? What is the use of you living? Why can't you just die?"

she muttered.

A small, dark part of her wondered if it would be better to kill him now. But those feelings had been borne of one heated, fleeting moment of anger. She did not dare to actually do it. She was already suspected by the police for harming him, if she tried anything, she would be the first to be arrested. She did not feel bad for wanting to kill him. This was a desperate thought borne from her dissatisfaction towards his uselessness; surely no sane person could hold it against

her.

As if her doubts had summoned it, the hospital room door opened to reveal two figures entering Martin's doctor, along with a grim-looking police officer. Gina felt her stomach drop.

"Mrs. Jones," the doctor began in a gentle tone. "This is Officer Bradshaw. He just needs to ask you a few questions."

The pit in Gina's gut yawned wider. They knew. Somehow, they'd found out about those terrible things she had done.

"You have nothing to worry about if you just tell the truth, ma'am," the cop intoned, stepping closer with a notepad in hand.

"I thought this was an accident? Why are you getting involved?" Gina asked.

accident did not seem to be normal. We have

be solved." Gina looked at Martin's still form on the bed with sad eyes. But this was nothing compared to what she felt inside. It was rage. Why was she in this situation? Was it not because of this useless man? His own father ignored him

fear. She wanted to protest her innocence some more, but what if this officer already had evidence against her? Her mind whirred frantically until the doctor's voice broke

signs of potentially emerging from his coma

may have simply delayed the process, but

would tell them everything; she was the one who pushed him

the police officer's

her throat unstick as she finally found her voice - though

could muster.

When he wakes

recovery, but now that it seemed imminent, sheer panic gripped her. If Martin

police officer who had accompanied him, Officer Bradshaw, watched her with a hawkish gaze. Gina could feel his eyes boring into her,

himself, leaving Gina alone with the imposing officer. She

stated, flipping open a small notepad. "To begin, can you walk me through exactly what happened the day Mr. Jones was admitted? Who was present, what he was doing beforehand, any confrontations or unusual

she fought to regulate her breathing. They were investigating how Martin's coma

involvement.

an accident, officer," she managed in a wavering tone. "We were home alone, and Martin slipped on the staircase. He fell and hit his head very badly before

inside out with their deception But she had to

"I see. And there were no witnesses to corroborate your account of what transpired?" Chapter

it was just the two of us, like I said. His children never come around...they

it on too thick.

often be... complicated, as I'm sure you know." His tone

of events once