Chapter 239
The people in the police station were shocked.
This comparison in the police station sounded ridiculous to them.
Tricia was defying the policemen who had handcuffs.
Mr. Barton explained with a smile, “There is only one sofa. Could you please compromise?”
“I don’t want to sit down. Ask now. You should feel honored that I came in this rainy weather. Tricia stood with her arms crossed. She was arrogant because of her family background.
The Keith family was influential in the city, so the police were polite to them.
“Well, Tricia, when did you see Delia the last time?” Mr. Barton asked, and his man behind took the
minutes.
“That day we had a fight. She is a lunatic. She is a barbarian. There are bruises on my hands that she
left.”
Tricia stretched out her hands.
Finley looked over and saw an eye-catching bruise on the fair hands.
Delia didn’t pinch Tricia that day. At least Tricia didn’t have this bruise when she and Delia separated.
Given the color of the bruise, it was a new wound.
Tricia had made use of makeup. Finley, who was a doctor and an expert in makeup, saw through the
trick.
To seek sympathy and prove her innocence, Tricia was merciless to herself.
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