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Chapter 10

    The original girl had been branded a liar and a drama queen, making the Spencers despise her even more.


    Yvonne scowled and wrenched her arm from Jeffrey''s grasp. She wouldn''t waste her breath exining. The original Yvonne had tried to exin countless times, but no one had ever believed her. This Yvonne was smarter than that. She didn''t waste


    her energy on futile efforts.


    She simply sat on the edge of the bed and waited.


    "What''s the matter, cat got your tongue? You used to be so good at making excuses,” Jeffrey taunted when she remained silent.


    "Jeffrey, please stop scolding Yvonne. I''m sure she was just confused for a


    moment,” Queena interjected at the perfect moment.


    “Queena, you''re just too naive and kind-hearted. It''s no wonder she''s always taking advantage of you..." Jeffrey said.


    Before he could finish, the piercing sound of police sirens once again filled the Spencer family''s courtyard.


    The Spencers now flinched at the sound.


    "What is it now? Why are the police here again?" George and Teresa muttered, bewildered.


    A momentter, a team of officers entered the house and looked around the room. "Who called the police?"


    "I did," Yvonne said, slowly getting up from the bed. She picked up the medicine box Jeffrey had thrown on the floor and handed it to an officer.


    "I have a congenital heart condition. Here are my medical records, which can also be verified at Central Hospital. Our maid has been secretly swapping my medication with vitamins and calcium supplements in an attempt to kill me. This video is the proof."


    She then handed over her phone, which was ying security footage from her


    room.


    After returning to the Spencer family, Yvonne had installed pinhole cameras in every corner of her room—a habit from her undercover days.


    The police reviewed the evidence. Finding no issues, they promptly handcuffed Gina, who had been watching the scene unfold from the doorway, and led her away.


    As Gina was being pushed into the police car, her mind was still reeling. All she had done was switch Yvonne''s medication and it wasn''t even the first time. Why wore the police arresting her for something so minor?


    As the victim, Yvonne was also taken to the station.


    The officer who took her statement was the same woman from before. This time, her


    eyes were filled with pity and sympathy.


    Lost for over a decade, subjected to endless hardship, only to return to her biological parents and be bullied by a mere servant. It was a pathetic story.


    "ording to Gina Lee''s confession, she holds a grudge against you after a verbal dispute. That''s why she switched your medication—she just wanted to teach you a lesson While,


    her actions are malicious, they didn''t cause you any substantial harm, so her sentence probably won''t be too severe."


    Yvonne nodded. "I won''t agree to a settlement. Let thew decide her punishment. Also, I''d like to see her."


    "Alright." The officer, sympathetic to Yvonne''s plight, was willing to help as long as it didn''t vite any regtions.


    Yvonne was then led to an interrogation room where she came face-to-face with the now-detained Gina.


    Gina looked terrified but stuck to her story, insisting that she had swapped the pills out of spite after an argument with Yvonne.


    Yvonne sat down, her posture perfect, and simply stared at Gina with a cold, piercing gaze. Her aura was so sharp and authoritative that fora morment, Gina felt as though she wasn''t facing the timid, pitiful girl she knew, but a police officer about to interrogate her.


    “Gina, I''m giving you onest chance. Confess and you''ll be treated with leniency.


    Resist, and you''ll face the consequences."
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