Mr. Wilson stared at Natalie, floored by her poise. Confidence bled from her every word and gesture, a stark contrast to his own unraveling. Her eyes were so clear and bright that he found it hard to meet her gaze.


    "I... I don''t know," he stammered,pletely bewildered himself.


    He had no idea that Natalie would find out about Sophia taking the coat. Or that she would have proof it was stolen.


    He suddenly felt that what he had done today was incredibly stupid. But he couldn''t wait any longer—Melissa Grant''s body had disappeared.


    The officer pressed on. "Then why were you so certain that the ce where this coat was found was the scene of your wife''s death? And there''s a bigger problem: where is your wife''s body? A single coat is your new evidence? Have you found her body?"


    They had also been searching for Mrs. Wilson. In other words, whether she was alive or dead could not yet be confirmed. Their investigation had revealed that Mrs. Wilson owned an apartment in the city, and she had returned there that night.


    They had no leads on what happened after that, as all the nearby security cameras had been destroyed.


    Mr. Wilson froze, then shot a sharp look at Natalie. "As for where my wife''s body is, you should ask Natalie!"


    "Why ask me? You, of all people, should know where your wife''s body is. Mrs. Wilson exposed your affair, so you held a grudge and killed her. You have the strongest motive. Why are you trying to pin it on me, aplete outsider?" Natalie retorted with a smile, her clear eyes fixed on Mr. Wilson.


    Her unwavering stare sent a sharp pang of unease through Wilson''s chest. He had thought that with the new evidence, Natalie wouldn''t dare to be so defiant. He hadn''t expected her to be even more audacious.


    "Natalie,e on. I''m only human. I just had a momentarypse in judgment—the kind of slip-up any man might go through...."


    "I''m not your wife, so don''t give me that line. Whatever mistakes you''ve made have nothing to do with me I''m here to resolve this case. You say I killed your wife-what''s my motive? Does your supposed motive. even hold up? You im my coboration with your wife failed, but the videos were broadcast that night. Does that look like a failure to you?"


    "Mr. Wilson, you and your people are shamelessly vile. Did you think you''re the only


    ones with evidence? The evidence I have can bury you for good."


    Natalie then turned to the officer. "Officer, Mr. Wilson''s mistress is Sophia, who is also Joanna''s biological mother. Joanna holds a grudg@against me because I''m Wendy''s daughter. The three of them conspired together. Whether I''m guilty or not, their goal is simple: to destroy my reputation."


    The officer''s gaze on Mr. Wilson grew sharp.


    The reporters were broadcasting everything live, and the chat was going wild.


    [This woman looks so beautiful and kind. There''s no way she''s a murderer.]


    [Don''t be fooled by her innocent looks. The worst people never think they''ve done anything wrong.]


    [To the person above: How can you say that with such certainty? Do you even recognize the terrible things you''ve done? Some people brag about their own disgusting behavior.]


    The live streamments section had erupted into a fight.


    "Natalie, you''re still trying to argue? Do you have any idea what kind emotional toll my wife''s death has taken on me and the kids?" Wilson demanded, his eyes bloodshot with fury.


    Natalieughed in exasperation and looked up at him with a hint of mockery. "Mr. Wilson, let me remind you: both your daughter and your son have been bought by Sophia. They''re already calling your mistress Mom. You four wanted to live happily ever after as a family, and obviously, your wife couldn''t be part of that picture."