In My Desperate Time
Chapter 300: Call Me Husband

"First of all, the driver testified that he only heard you hurling abuse. And you said several times that you wanted Ms. Whitney to die. Then the police cars and ambulance came. He saw Ms. Whitney come out covered in blood. So it was determined that you injured Ms.

Whitney. I can play the other recording for you now."

As the policeman speaks, he starts the recording.

There is actually just one sentence inside.

"Bitch! You bitch! I want you to die today! I want you to die!"

Next, there is a lot of noise, and then, we hear Whitney's screaming.

This is indeed my voice, but the one who say these words is clearly Whitney.

After she barges in and says these to me, she tries to strangle me.

I don't know what advanced surgery Whitney has had to turn her voice into mine. But I'm not stupid. How can I take the blame?

"I've never said these. It's Whitney! This is forged evidence and I'm framed."

I want to calm myself down. But when I say that, I am still a little panic.

Even the recording can be forged. What evidence can't be forged by Whitney in order to kill me?

Unconsciously, she glances at Frances.

He looks so indifferent, as if this has nothing to do with him.

My heart instantly sinks.

Right. What does it have to do with him? He doesn't lack a wife. Even if I go to jail, he'll replace another one.

Besides, I say that I hate him so much last night. He will inevitably bear a grudge against me.

"But this is indeed your voice. I've found a technician and he said that it should be your voice."

"Then you guys should replace the best technical expertise. If I say it's not me, then it's not me. Do you automatically stand by Whitney and believe what she said when you see that she's so weak?" I say with a stern expression. Whitney always makes me anxious and my life full of mess. I'm just an ordinary person. What can I do to contend against her?

And Frances' indifference makes me even more helpless.

No matter how much I hate this man, I have no choice but to ask him for help.

This is not the time to talk about "self-esteem".

Now my life relies on Frances. Giving in to him won't kill me.

After thinking for a while, my voice softens and I look at Frances, "Frances, aren't you going to help? Do you also believe in Whitney?"

After I say that, I also feel that my voice is a little flattering.

"What did you call me?" The latter half of the sentence is automatically blocked by Frances.

"F, Frances." I say with some hesitation.

"Call me husband." He smiles faintly at me and stares at me with dark eyes.

The policeman here is a little embarrassed. He coughs and stands up. "Well, you guys have something to talk about. I'll go out for a cigarette first." Then he strides out and closes the door.

Only Frances and I are left in the closed interrogation room.

I look at him and wonder if he is joking. His expression seems to be very serious.

However, calling him husband is too difficult.

I don't know what kind of interest he has, so that he asks me to call him husband in the police station.

"No? Then I'm leaving."

As Frances speaks, he stands up straight and is ready to leave.

How can this be?

If he leaves, I will definitely be tortured to death by Whitney!

"OK! OK! I'll do that!"00000000