The female officer nced at her thin nightgown and nodded. "Make it quick."


    Under the watchful eyes of the two officers, Yvonne got out of bed, went into the bathroom to wash up, and changed into a casual white t-shirt and a denim skirt. She pulled her long hair into a messy bun.


    "May I contact mywyer?" she asked after getting dressed. It was her right, and the officer naturally agreed.


    Yvonne picked up her phone and dialed Sandra''s number. With the police


    monitoring her every word, she kept it brief. “Sandra, I''m a suspect in an assault case. I need you to contact awyer for me immediately."


    After the call, she followed the officers out of her room. She remained silent the entire time. Until herwyer arrived and she understood the full situation, the smartest thing to do was to say nothing.


    "What''s going on? Why are you taking my daughter?" Teresa, who had just woken up, rushed out of her room with her hair in a mess. She tried to block the officers'' path but was gently pushed aside.


    “Ma''am, please do not obstruct a police investigation."


    "Yvonne, what happened? Why are the police arresting you?" Teresa asked, turning to her daughter in a panic.


    "Why don''t you ask your precious daughter Queena?" Yvonne replied with a cold smile.


    Jeffrey quickly stepped forward. "Yvonne didn''t hurt Queena!" he exined to the officers. "It''s all a misunderstanding. I can testify."


    "Sir, if you are a witness in this case, you can give a statement at the station. But right now, please do not interfere with the arrest of a suspect."


    With that, the police escorted Yvonne into a squad car, which then sped away from the Spencer estate.


    Teresa stood there,pletely lost.


    She frantically called Queena''s


    number, but it went straight to voicemail. Then she tried George. He had rushed to the hospital the Right before after learning Queenachad been pushe


    from the window and


    hadn''t returned. At first, his phone rang unanswered; eventually, he turned it off.


    Yvonne was back at the police station, but this was the first time in two lifetimes that she was on the other side of the interrogation table. She recounted the events of the previous day calmly and factually, without any embellishment emotion. The interrogating officers were stern, asking her a series of follow-up questions. Yvonne remainedposed and answered each one carefully, leaving no room for misinterpretation.


    "Read this over. If there are no issues, you can sign it," an officer said, handing her the written statement.


    Yvonne reviewed it meticulously before signing her name. Afterward, she was not released. She was held at the station for two hours before Sandra arrived with awyer.


    "Yvonne, are you okay?" Sandra asked, her eyes filled with concern.


    "I''m fine," Yvonne replied, turning her attention to thewyer.


    "Ms. Jones," thewyer began, "I''ve reviewed the preliminary details. After Queena was admitted to the hospital fast night, the medical. report fisted her injuries as first-degree minor assault She then filed a police report, using you of intentional injury."


    "First-degree minor assault? Is she made of paper?" Yvonne scoffed. If proven, a


    charge like that could lead to a sentence of up to three years. So this was Queena''s n.