Becoming strangers again (Lily and Ryan)

Chapter 125

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STEPHANIE

I finally got discharged from the hospital and the every day I was to leave was the exact day the detectives decided to show up and ask about my father.

Mum had only stepped out to turn the car around while I got dressed, Imagine my surprise when there was a knock on the door, and when it opened two males walked into the room.

I glanced at them skeptically and suspiciously. “You are clearly not doctors or nurses,” I pointed out with a frown, “who are you?”

“I am Detective Roger,” the first dude introduced himself before gesturing to the other man, “and this is Detective Simpson.”

They are here for my father. “And how can I help you?“–

“If you don’t mind, can we have a seat and talk?” Roger asked, “We promise not to take much of your time.”

I glanced at the closed door. “You do realize that I’m a patient who just got discharged right?”

He nodded. “Like I said, we promise not to take much of your time.”

That doesn’t make this right. Folding my hands, I stared at them flatly. “Get on with the question then. If my mother gets back, you won’t have the opportunity to ask any question.”

“Why is that?” He asked, taking a seat.

“Because you shouldn’t even be questioning someone who was diagnosed to be mentally unstable,” I responded.

They glanced at each other with surprise and I scoffed. “Can we get on with it already?”

“When was the last time you spoke or saw your father?” He asked.

“I haven’t seen him ever since my marriage with my ex–husband ended,” I replied truthfully. “Why? Is he missing?”

They glanced at each other again. “Haven’t you seen the news?”

I only hear the things my mother feeds me. “Ever since I got admitted, I wasn’t allowed to use my cellphone.”

Roger frowned. “Why?”

“Apparently it isn’t good for my mental health,” I replied with an eye roll. Taking a seat, I moved my gaze from one person to the other. “Is that all?”

“Your father is a murder suspect.” He revealed and I continued staring at him with zero emotions. “Why aren’t you surprised?”

Staring at the young man, I wondered if I should protect my father as always.

“Ms. Stephanie?”

I blinked slowly at him. “I wouldn’t say I’m surprised, he did after all threaten to kill Lily and her kids for my ex–husband’s inheritance.”

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His eyes widened in shock and he quickly wrote it down. “Can you explain what you mean by that?”

Nodding, I moved my gaze to his pen. “Only if You promise to give me that pen afterward.”

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He glanced at the peit in puestion. “My pen? Why?”

I shrugged. “Because it’s pretty and I like it.” Its mouth looks sharp enough to get the job done.

“Sure.”

Nodding, I smiled and moved my gaze back to his face. “I got married to Ryan because my father is deep neck into debt which he incurred through gambling. He nodded money to pay it off and Ryan seemed Like the perfect candidate to Milk.”

“How does this affect Ms. Lily and her kids?”

Is he daft? “Ryan obviously still loves his ex–wife and his children. He told me in the face that they’ll be the ones inheriting his properties and I relayed the message to my father and he thought it was an idea to kill them off”

“Your mother, is she aware of this?” He asked slowly, his eyes fixed on me with so precision.

“She knows the number of breaths he takes in a day. I reasoned believing they’d read between the lines.

“And does she know where he is hiding?”

I flipped a shoulder. “That I do not know.” He opened his mouth to ask another question, but I interrupted him. “I have answered your question, so I think you should hand over the pen and be on your way before my mother gets here.”

Nodding, they stood to their feet and Roger handed me his pen. Will you be able to repeat what you just told us about father in front of the court?”

shook my head. “I won’t be testifying against my father.” I won’t make it to that point.

“Why?”

I stepped away from him. “Please Leave.”

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Lifting his hands in mock surrender, he walked away with his colleague. Stuffing the pen in between my pants, I waited for Mom to show up.

Thirty minutes later, she walked through the door with an apologetic smile. “Sorry, I took longer than necessary.”

“I was about to come look for you,” I replied, grabbing my jacket

“I saw those detectives walk out of the hospital, who did they come for?”

“Me,” I replied, heading for the door.

She grabbed the other bag and chased after me. “What do you mean by they came for you?”

Rolling my eyes, I got into the elevator. “I only answered your question, Mum.”

“Well be more specific!” She snapped.

“They came to ask about Dad.” I clarified.

“And?” She drawled out.

“And I told them what you wanted me to tell them if they ever ask about Dad.” I retorted, feeling agitated by her questioning. “They asked the last time I saw him and I told them that was two days after I woke up!”

She blinked at me rapidly while I glared. “Isn’t that what you want me to tell them?”

Smacking her lips, she nodded absently to herself. “It doesn’t matter what you tell them.” She mumbled, “A statement of

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Biting my net check, I swallowed the rest of my words. We rode home in silence, none of us paying attention to each

Getting home. I ambled straight to my room. The moment I stepped in, I noticed some things were moved.

Mum cleared her throat behind me. “I know you want to go back to your apartment, but you’ll have to stay with me for same time. So I can keep an eye on you.”

That’s not the case. “Why is my room so bare?”

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for lunch”

I shook my head. “I want to take my bath and rest, I’ll be skipping dinner.”

“Oh…” Her mouth pouted. “Dinner then?”

I nodded. “Sure.”

She turned and walked out of the room. I went into the bathroom, removed my clothes, turned on the shower, and stood right under it.

As the water washed down my body, I lifted my hand, felt for the major vein in my neck, lifted my hand, and stabbed the pen right into it

It took seconds for me to feel dizzy and collapse onto the wet floor, slamming my head on the wall in the process.

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