The infant stared at Rebecca in curiosity. Suddenly, it burst out tears.

Its face was wrinkled and red because of the crying.

"Don't cry!"

Rebecca yelled at it.

But the baby kept crying loudly.

Rebecca's face was twitched. She pinched the baby's face with great strength.

"You think I'm ugly too, aren't you? It's your mother's fault! She's the reason for my disfigurement!"

"Why are you still crying? Stop!"

The baby just wouldn't stop crying. Rebecca lost control and slapped the baby across its face.

The baby cried more and more. Rebecca glared at the baby with a fierce look, and then reached out to cover its mouth. Now she couldn't hear it crying.

"Go tell the woman working in the store, if she didn't tell me the truth, I would gouge her son's eyes out."

The maid answered yes with fear. As she was about to hold the baby out, Rebecca stopped her.

"Get me a bottle of formaldehyde from the doctor."

Formaldehyde was often used medically for preserving biological specimens. In the medical lab, corpses were usually stored in formaldehyde to prevent them from decaying.

The maid paused for a bit. She saw Rebecca staring at the baby's eyes.

She couldn't help shivering and turned around to leave quickly.

The officer at the police station also got trembled. He just finished questioning the supposed arsonist the police arrested at the presidential house. But the suspect just wouldn't talk no matter what he did.

In front of the officer was the woman who was groped on the shoulders by another two senior officers, and she couldn't move at all.

"I think it's the best policy to tell us what you did. Just give us the confession we need. It's for the benefit of you and me. Don't make this more difficult than it already is."

"You just want me to acknowledge that I started the fire at the presidential house, right? But I didn't!"

The two officers clamped her shoulders and went lower. Her head was almost on the floor, and the blood started running backward.

"Come on, confess! I'll give you one last chance. Tell me the truth."

"How do you expect me to confess something I didn't do? You're wronging me!"

"Boss, this woman is too tough, and she is pregnant."

The officer had his eyebrows frowned. He slammed hard on the table.

"Don't leave her side. I'll go and report it."

Avery smiled coldly. It was obvious the officer was in charge here. He was the topman. But he had to report it to someone else.

This one, the officer, reported to be the one behind the scenes. This person wanted her to admit to arson and write her name down on the confession.

The officer came in quickly and asked another guy out. The man frowned and said something.

"Are you sure about it? She might not make it."

"If she confesses, everything will be okay. It's up to her."

The man said and waved his hands.

Soon two police officers took Avery to the interrogation room.

The shut door was opened. Avery could feel the fierce chill coming at her. Soon the officer cuffed her to the iron chair and bound her hands and legs.

Around Avery were piles of ice cubes. It was freezing cold

It was almost winter, and the temperature was low.

"When you have a change of heart and decide to make the confession, just hit the red button on the chair. We will come and get you out of here."

The officer grabbed Avery by her hair, forcing her to raise her head, and threatened her.

Avery had to hold back the urge to spit on his face. She said with a cold smile, "Then I probably would stay here forever."

The officer straightened up his tie and said to his fellow officer, "keep her here for a while. Then let's see what she will do."

The door of the ice chamber was shut.

Outside the interrogation room, the officer who just lorded over the place bent over, lowered his head to welcome another man at the door. He said with a timid tone.

"Mr. Howel..."

He couldn't help but notice the bags in Evan's hands. He got curious. It was certainly not him that Evan came to see. So he asked with a bit of worry, "Sir, it's a great honor to have you at our station. To what do we owe the honor?"

"Where is she?"

"Who?"

Evan grabbed him by his collar and threw him off. It was faster if he found Avery by himself. The station was not that big.

Evan walked right and was followed by Tinder. He said to the lawyer next to him, "go and make yourself useful."

The lawyer was a renowned criminal solicitor. Of the thousands of cases he handled, he never lost one.

Soon the lawyer said to the officer.

"I'm the lawyer of Miss Peters. If the police don't have definitive evidence against my client, you have no right to keep her here."

The Sergeant was in a tough spot. He was forced by his superior officers that he had to make Avery confess to the arson. But he couldn't afford to mess with Evan either.

It was the risk he couldn't afford to take.

So he picked up his phone and called his superior officer again.

"Release her first. She'll be in here in no time. By then, we will gather enough evidence. The people in B country are not that easy to fool; she won't get away with it."

After receiving the order, the Sergeant said to Evan, "Sir, please wait for a second. I'll ask them to bring Miss Peters out."

The officer went to the ice chamber to release Avery. But he returned on his own.

"Sargeant, Miss Peters refuses to get out."

Before he finished his words, Evan was no longer with them.

Evan kicked off the heavy iron gate of the ice change. There was a huge noise when the door hit the wall, which shocked Avery.

She wasn't surprised to see Evan. She knew he got breakfast. When he didn't find her at the presidential house, he would definitely find her.

Evan frowned. The chill could penetrate one's skin and enter the blood veins.

Without any hesitation, he took off his jacket and put it on Avery.

"Let's have breakfast first."

Then Evan turned around and punched an officer at his stomach.

"Is this where you kept her overnight?"

The officer would not dare to fight back. Although he was kind of somebody in the station, he was nobody out.

"Sir, please. I really have no idea she knew you."

This was too cold for her. Avery didn't insist. She walked over to the door and opened the bags. It was a big one with kinds of stuff: avocado egg toast, mini breakfast quiche, and freshly squeezed orange juice, etc. Evan must have spent a lot of time preparing these.

Avery felt warm. Despite all this, Evan could get to her in such a short time.

"Mrs. Howel, Mr. Howel, had to run the red lights to get here to see you. He's terrified that something would happen to you. The breakfast is still warm."

Tinder gently said.

Avery felt them, and they were warm.

"When Miss Summer had another drug outbreak, she had hallucinations and jumped off from the window on the third floor. She landed on the grass and had brain bleeding and internal bleeding. She also had several broken bones all over her body. Some are better, and some are worse. Mr. Howel almost didn't go to sleep all night..."

Tinder meant to say Evan started on the phone for a long time. But he didn't send the text to Avery. He didn't say it in case Evan blamed him for saying too much.

Avery was surprised to hear Diana's situation. The gravity of her drug addiction shocked her.

Avery paused and said, "Then, does LAD work?"