Classic Novel
Chapter 215
The culprit who killed Xander was gone. There was no need to investigate further or gather evidence. It all came to an end.
"Miss Lewis, your statement has been recorded. Please go and attend to your injuries," the police advised.
The assistant chimed in, "Miranda, you're just too kind. You're injured, yet you insist on coming to the police station before going to the hospital."
Miranda's eyes were red, her face worn out. "Let's not talk about it anymore. It's taken care of. Let's go to the hospital now."
The assistant helped Miranda walk, who was very weak but still pushing through.
They coincidentally ran into Nina.
Miranda glanced at Nina and remarked, "What a coincidence, bumping into you at the police station."
Nina carefully observed Miranda's injured palm and bloodied clothes. "Coincidences are rare, aren't they? Someone fell to their death, and it was from your place."
Miranda paused for a moment, feigning ignorance. "You mean that girl?"
She stood calmly and continued, "I don't know why she came to see me and wanted to kill me. It's terrifying. I heard she got into trouble, right? Well, maybe desperate people do desperate things.
"By the way, I've met her a few times, all at the York residence. She's pregnant with Nash's child, right? She even knows about me and Nash. Could it be jealousy, holding a grudge, that made her want to kill me?" Miranda spun her tale, distancing herself completely from any involvement.
"I doubt it," Nina stared at Miranda. "Considering all the foolish things Linda did, I bet you had a hand in it."
"What things? I don't understand
what you're saying. I barely know
her," Miranda retorted. "I'm the victim here, Nina. The police said Linda fell to her death. Are you still suspecting me?"
"I didn't say that," Nina replied. "But you know very well what you've done. If you're planning to pull the same tricks again, you should think twice. You might not be so lucky next time!"
There was no such thing as coincidence. Linda had frequent interactions with her, so they must have conspired something.
Miranda might have been the one brainwashing Linda. Just as they were in a stalemate, there was a commotion outside.
Miranda was the first to look, spotting someone entering. Upon seeing the figure, her face filled with grievances, she immediately exclaimed, "Nash." Hearing this, Nina also turned around, indeed seeing Nash striding over.
His expression was stern, his gaze shifting from her to Miranda.
Tears welled up in Miranda's eyes again as she cried, "Nash, why are you here? Did you receive the news? I almost died. I was so scared. My heart is still trembling." Observing Miranda's display of weakness and pity, Nina noted how she had been quite tough just a moment ago.
Nash glanced at her hand, the simple bandaged wound still bleeding. He furrowed his brows. "Your hand is injured. Why didn't you go to the hospital first?"
Miranda said plaintively, "I wanted to
clarify things with the police before going to the hospital. That way I can feel at ease, especially after someone died in my place." Content is property of NôvelDrama.Org.
"Take care of yourself first before doing anything else!" Nash's expression turned serious. "You're being too stubborn!"