"Nevertheless, I will cause you trouble so as to trick Hilda. You must be prepared to avoid putting
yourself in danger. If anything happens, I will find a way to contact you."
I nod repeatedly.
Anyway, I can't handle things well.
To put it bluntly, compared to Hilda, I'm useless. Apart from relying on other people's help, I really don't
know what to do.
"Next, I will call the police to arrest you. Are you ready?" Linda asks as she stares at me seriously.
Am I going back to the police station?
I am blue again.
However, what else can I do?
I sigh and say with a bitter smile, "Do I have another choice?"
Linda nods and calls the police.
Soon after, they come and take me away.
I am charged with harassment.
Whatever.
Anyway, I can make peace with hanging around in the police station if she can help me destroy Hilda.
My lawyer comes soon with a long face, annoyed that I get brought in again.
"What's going on? Isn't she up for a settlement?"
"What does it look like to you? If she said yes, what am I doing here? Besides, she is determined to
sue me. What's our next move, pal?"
That little act there is part of Linda's plan.
"Well, as your lawyer, my job is to minimize your punishment. It's best if you're acquitted. It doesn't
matter to me if you killed him. But you have to tell me if you really did it. Only if you tell me the truth can
I try my best to help you win this."
He says.
He looks serious.
But from the way he looks at me, I know he thinks I am a murderer.
"I have been iterating I didn't kill him from the first day we met. Now, let me say it one last time. He was
at my house because he followed me home to get me into having sex with him, and I drugged him to
protect myself. Although I gave him enough to put him under for three days, I made him comfortable
sleeping in my place the whole time. He should have woken up on the afternoon of the third day, but I
went shopping that afternoon and came back only to find he was gone. I thought he had left by himself.
Then I went to a dinner party and went straight to bed when I got back. The next morning, the police
and his wife came and found his body in my fridge. This is the whole story. You can see I didn't kill
him."
The lawyer stares at me for a long time, probably considering whether to believe me or not. Finally, he
nods at me.
"Well, I believe you. But the most important thing is the deceased was last seen in your house, and his
body was also discovered there. All the evidence is against you. I can argue his death was caused by
your unjustifiable self-defense, so you have to admit you are guilty. If the judge is pleased, you may
only get a few years. If you don't do as I say, you may be sentenced to life imprisonment if the judge
thinks you killed him."
He wants me to confess?
How can I do that?
I shake my head and say firmly to him, "I didn't commit the crime. Why should I admit I am guilty?"
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