After marrying my boss (Anna)
Chapter 470

Chapter 470

Things remained peaceful even a few days after I met with Lincoln. I breathed a sigh of relief when Inoticed that Lincoln did not attempt anything. Furthermore, I felt that he cared about Michael.Therefore, I believed he would not want to see Michael and I suffer.

I had already decided that it did not matter how Lincoln treated me. As long as he did not obstruct myrelationship with Michael and let Amaury return to my side, I could pretend that nothing had happened.Although there would always be resentment between us, I was willing to let it go for Michael's sake.

However, I soon discovered that I was too naive. Lincoln had never planned to allow Michael and me toremain together. He had been doing something else for the past few days. That was why thingsseemed so peaceful.

Today, Michael asked the nanny to bring Amaury to Birchwood. The nanny and I spent the day playingwith Amaury. Although he had to return to the Shaw residence every night, I was content to be able tospend time with him during the day.

Suddenly, the doorbell rang. I frowned and wondered who it was. As I was holding Amaury, I asked thenanny to check the door. I was confused to see two police officers walking into the house.

One of the police officers looked at me and asked, “Are you Anna Garcia?”

I stood up and had a bad feeling. However, I still answered, “Yes, I am. You are...”

No one could stay calm when police officers suddenly entered their homes.

“Good morning. We are police officers. Someone made a report saying that you intentionally hurt a

person a year ago. Therefore, please come with us to the police station to aid our investigation,” thesame police officer continued in an emotionless tone.

However, as he was still speaking, the other police officer walked toward me, holding a pair ofhandcuffs.

I began to panic upon seeing the handcuffs. Fear rushed to my head. “What intentional hurt? You havenot explained the matter to me!”

I put Amaury on the couch and was trembling all over. He said something that happened a year ago.Could it be about Josephine?

“It is the matter concerning the Shaw family. Ms. Garcia, we don't have any evidence yet, so werequest that you cooperate with our investigation. If you refuse, we have no choice but to bring you tothe police station by force.” The police officer looked at me impatiently. His tone was cold and carried ahint of threat.Things remained peaceful even a few days after I met with Lincoln. I breathed a sigh of relief when Inoticed that Lincoln did not attempt anything. Furthermore, I felt that he cared about Michael.Therefore, I believed he would not want to see Michael and I suffer.

Since he had explained why he was here, I would have been an idiot if I still did not understand whatwas going on. He was talking about the incident concerning Josephine.

The police officers suddenly appeared in the house and said I intentionally hurt someone a year ago.Therefore, I firmly believed that the complainant was none other than Lincoln.

I felt furious when I realized that Lincoln was the one who reported me. I did not expect him to be soheartless as to do this to separate me from Michael.

At this moment, I had no choice but to cooperate with the police officers. Seeing that I was willing tocooperate, they did not handcuff me. On the other hand, the nanny was stunned with shock at the side.

I went to the nanny and instructed her, “Please take care of Amaury. Once Michael returns, tell him thatI am at the police station.”

Although I had gathered enough connections overseas, this was still the Shaw family's territory.Therefore, if Lincoln wanted to send me to prison, it would be an easy matter for him.

The nanny nodded and looked at me with panic in her gaze. I smiled at her and followed the policeofficers out of the house.

At the police station, the police officers brought me to the interrogation room. Then, they began toquestion me about what happened a year ago. Now that things had come to this, I wondered if I shouldtell the truth. Otherwise, I could end up in prison.

However, I had agreed to take the blame for Steven because I didn't want him to go to prison.Therefore, if I tell the truth now, it would be as if I did not help him at all.

“Anna, I'm asking you again. Did you hurt Mrs. Shaw? Did you push her intentionally?” asked one ofthe police officers.

I kept mum because I did not know what to say.

Therefore, he repeated the same questions sternly.

I took a deep breath and tried to remain calm before answering, “It was me. Mrs. Shaw and I werequarreling then when I accidentally pushed her. It was a coincidence that she hit the table. I had notintended to hurt her.”

I looked up calmly at the police officer questioning me. In actuality, I was panicking inside.

The police officer became even sterner upon hearing my admission. He said coldly, “Does this meanthat you admit to the crime? Are you saying that you are the one who caused Mrs. Shaw to be in avegetative state? Do you know that what you have done is the crime of intentional hurt? You could bebrought to the criminal court to face prosecution!”

“I told you that it was unintentional. It was an accident,” I protested.

Judging from the way he looked at me, it seemed he had determined since the beginning that Iintentionally hurt Josephine. Therefore, I began to panic. Unintentional hurt and intentional hurt weredifferent matters and carried contrasting implications.

“Do you have any proof that it was unintentional? Your words do not carry weight.” The police did notcare that I looked nervous. He looked at me indifferently and disregarded my claim.

“How can you straightaway determine that I had caused intentional hurt? What is your basis for sayingthat? You also don't have evidence that it was intentional, isn't it?” I argued agitatedly.

If I was sentenced to the crime of intentional hurt, who knew how many years I would have to stay inprison. I could not let them give me a criminal record.

“Whether it is intentional hurt or not, it is not something you have a final say in. You are quite unlucky.Of all the people you could offend, you offended the Shaw family,” replied the police officer.

He did not wish to listen to my explanation anymore. Thus, he stood up, and both police officers lefttogether.

I sat in the interrogation room and clenched my fists. From what the police officer said just now, Iunderstood that this was all Lincoln's plan. Even if it were an accident, they would make sure that thecourt sentences me to the crime of intentional hurt. Lincoln was resorting to such a cruel measureagain.

My heart was bursting with hatred for him. Previously, he threatened to make me leave Lincoln.Although I was furious, I only kept it in my heart. However, I did not expect him to resort to suchheartless means against me. He must have hated me so much that he wanted to send me to prison.

I was stuck in the police station and could not contact anyone. If I could call Michael, he would havehad a way to help me.