Bailey sank into the interrogation chair, his shoulders caved in, looking small and worn out.


    The words on the paper in front of him seemed to burn into his eyes, each one stabbing at him until his vision blurred. He kept mumbling, "No, no," like a broken record, his voice so hoarse it barely sounded human.


    Roman stood quietly by the table, watching Bailey with steady eyes. He didn''t fire off any more questions. Instead, he nced at the officer next to him.


    The officer got the hint and brought over a cup of warm water, setting it gently on the table. “Mr. Meyer, have some water."


    Bailey didn''t even react. His stare was locked on the floor, like he couldn''t see or hear anyone else.


    "We already have enough evidence." Roman''s voice finally broke the silence, calm but absolute.


    "Grace killed Marie back then to hide the illegal organ trafficking you and Nathaniel started twenty years ago."


    “I never sold organs." Bailey''s head snapped up, his body tense. The handcuffs scratched loudly against the metal tabletop.


    "Grace is lying. She''s framing me. Marie was the woman I loved most in this world. I would never hurt her."


    Roman''s face grew even more serious. Without a word, he set another file on the table in front of Bailey.


    Bailey''s eyes went wide as he stared at the contents of the iron box inside. He couldn''t believe what he was seeing.


    Hank hadn''t taken that box, had he? So how did it end up with the police?


    Bailey''s face went from ghostly white to a dull, grayish blue. He didn''t have any strength left to argue. He slumped further into the chair, looking like a lion that had just given up, all the fire gone from his eyes.


    He remembered, suddenly, that night at the dinner table years ago. Marie had asked him, her voice gentle but uncertain.


    "Bailey, are you sure that business is clean? I just can''t shake this uneasy feeling."


    Back then, he had dodged her gaze, brushed it off, told her she was overthinking it. He even tried to reassure her that everything would work out.


    Now, thinking about it, he realized Marie must have sensed something was wrong all along. She didn''t want to believe it. She was giving tim a chance to be honest with her.


    He never took that chance. Not once.


    "This is all fake... you''re all in this e together." Bailey tried to protest onest time, but his voice was so weak that even be couldn''t believe what he was saying content


    Just then, the door opened. A man in a crisp suit walked in, his face tense and serious. It was Bailey''s high-priced attorney.


    Thewyer''s brows pulled tight the moment he saw Bailey''s state. He hurried to the


    table, shed his ID at Roman, and spoke up right away.


    “Officer, I have reason to believe there were procedural issues with this interrogation. Also, this so-called evidence isn''t enough to convict my client."


    Baileytched onto hiswyer''s


    presence like a drowning man grabbing a lifeline. For a moment,


    Hope flickered in


    his tired eyes a


    he mped his lips shut, following hiswyer''s silent cue.


    Roman didn''t look surprised. He calmly pulled out another thick folder from his bag and spread the papers over the table.


    "These are the detailed records of every financial transaction between Bailey and Nathaniel. Every deposit and withdrawal lines up with payouts from their deals."


    "And here are the statements from third-party witnesses who were involved at the time. They''re all willing to testify in court."


    "The evidence isplete. The only thing your client can do now is decide whether he''ll cooperate. That might affect his sentence, but it won''t change the oue."


    Thewyer flipped through the documents, his expression growing more and more grim. Sweat started to bead on his forehead.


    He''d been in this business for years. He could see that this was airtight. There was almost no way out.