CHAPTER 43: CHAPTER 43: DIE A MISERABLE DEATH

Upon hearing Ivana Monroe’s words, the officer’s heart skipped a beat. Looking at Ivana’s gentle and stunning face, he suddenly believed that this beautiful lady had ulterior motives.

"Officer, listen..." Ivana said mysteriously.

Just as she finished speaking, she reached into her chest. The officer, a young man with a righteous demeanor, quickly shut his eyes, only to hear a recording of a conversation between mother and daughter.

"I have the evidence of how you tried to kill me back then."

"Ivana, don’t think you can trick me into sparing you. After everything you’ve done to ruin me today, I won’t let you off."

The officer snapped his eyes open and saw Ivana’s slender fingers holding a small recording device, capturing the entire conversation between Jean Shaw and her daughter.

Michelle Monroe felt as if struck by a bolt from the blue, her eyes fixed fiercely on the recording device in Ivana’s hand.

Impossible, this is impossible...

How could she have a recording device on her? How could she think of turning it on in such a dangerous situation?

Michelle’s fingers clenched tightly, her sharp nails digging into her palms, but she felt no pain.

How much she wanted to pounce over and smash that damned recording device in Ivana’s hand!

The onlookers, hearing the dramatic twist, all looked at Michelle with peculiar eyes. It was hard to believe, given her pitiful appearance, that she was so duplicitous behind the scenes.

The onlookers continued listening intently.

Caleb Monroe was stunned. What evidence of murder? Why couldn’t he understand?

There would be plenty of time for Caleb to understand soon enough.

"Michelle, stop wasting words with that bitch. Stab her, slash her face. Once the old man finishes his surgery, we’ll show him the tragic photos of her disfigurement."

"Isn’t the old man most fond of this little bitch? For her, he even forced your father to kick us out of the Monroe family? Luckily, I pissed him off into fainting at the old house, too bad I didn’t piss him to death. Living this long, why doesn’t he just die, instead of causing trouble? If I, Jean Shaw, don’t destroy him and get half of his property, I don’t deserve my last name."

The onlookers gasped, and even the officers were shocked. They’d seen family feuds, accidental fights, and gamblers with violent tendencies killing elders for money.

But this mother-daughter duo scheming to kill an elder for half his property was a first for them.

This is a mother leading her child into crime!

"Despicable, arrest them. Give these vicious women a heavy sentence."

"Jean Shaw is a beast. She doesn’t deserve a surname. Such an old beast should be locked up forever."

"Yes, officer, make sure to give them a heavy sentence. This wicked daughter-in-law is worse than an animal and doesn’t deserve to be human."

The onlookers were filled with righteous indignation, condemning Jean Shaw and her daughter.

"Do you remember the driver who sent me away from the Heston family? I found him and recorded his description of how you bribed him back then."

The recording continued.

Michelle was scared to death. She lunged madly to grab the recording device from Ivana’s hand, shouting, "Don’t play it. Turn it off. Ivana, turn it off for me."

Ivana’s gaze turned cold, fearing Michelle might hurt Timmy Monroe, who clung to her waist.

Ivana handed the recording device to the officer: "This contains evidence of Jean Shaw and her daughter’s self-directed schemes, as well as evidence that they wanted to kill my grandfather. I’ll leave it in your custody."

Ivana moved aside with Timmy, speaking seriously to the officer.

Michelle, like a madwoman, lunged again to snatch the recording device from the officer’s hand but suddenly, two officers stepped forward and restrained her.

Click!

Handcuffs were placed on Michelle’s wrists.

At this moment, Jean Shaw, having had her wounds treated, sat in a wheelchair being pushed over by medical staff, with another hand connected to an IV drip.

Her eyes drooped slightly, looking very weak. She had just arrived when she heard Michelle’s shrill screams.

Jean Shaw’s eyes widened like saucers; the onlookers blocked her view, and she couldn’t see what was happening.

"Quick, push me over there."

Jean Shaw urged the medical staff urgently.

The medical staff quickened their pace, facing a human wall of onlookers.

Jean Shaw shouted, "Move, all of you move, stop blocking my view."

The onlookers’ legs and hips were kicked a few times, and they frowned, turning around to see Jean Shaw being pushed over and muttered curses, letting it go.

"Mom, save me. They’re going to arrest me. Please come and save me." Michelle’s fearful eyes saw Jean Shaw as if she were a lifeline, crying to her mother.

Jean Shaw was stunned. Wasn’t it supposed to be that bitch Ivana being taken away? Why was it Michelle?

Jean Shaw didn’t have time to think. Her free hand fiercely slapped the wheelchair armrest, cursing, "Did you not eat? Push me faster."

She yelled at the two officers holding Michelle: "Let go of my daughter. You’ve got the wrong person. The criminal is Ivana, standing over there holding a child."

Seeing the officers standing still, Jean Shaw grew anxious and furious. Two blind fools? Arresting her daughter instead of Ivana?

Seeing Caleb Monroe standing there like a wooden man, unresponsive to Michelle’s arrest, Jean Shaw was almost driven to spitting blood from anger.

"Caleb, why are you standing there? Stop them, get our daughter back!"

"It’s all because of your good deeds." Seeing Jean Shaw, Caleb Monroe was heartbroken. How could he have imagined that his once gentle, caring, and filial wife would have such a vicious nature?

"Caleb, what are you talking about?" Jean Shaw frowned, completely unable to understand Caleb’s words.

At this moment, an officer approached with handcuffs, intending to put them on her. Jean Shaw glared fiercely, pushing him away with force.

"I’m the victim. She’s the criminal. You’re handcuffing me? I’ll report you to your superiors."

"You have the right to remain silent. Anything you say can be used as evidence against you." The officer said sternly, full of justice, unafraid of Jean Shaw’s threats to complain.

Jean Shaw was dumbfounded, and the officer again held up the handcuffs for her. She suddenly yanked off the IV needle, her eyes like a raging wolf, staring fiercely at Ivana: "It’s all your fault, you bitch. You won’t die a good death."