Chapter 194

William had offered to spend money on her, but she didn't want it.

She was perfectly fine being self-sufficient.

The police kept grilling Christina with questions, and she answered everything truthfully, without holding anything back.

From her responses, the police couldn't find a single flaw.

There were two possibilities: either Christina was telling the truth, or she was such an expert liar that she could lie without batting an eye.

"Ms. Windsor, until we get to the bottom of this, you'll have to stay at the station. If you change your mind, come find me anytime," the officer reminded her before leaving. "Your future is in your own hands."

Christina understood the subtext.

He still suspected she was the killer and was trying to get her to confess.

If she were the killer, maybe those words would make her change her mind.

But she wasn't.

"No matter what you say or do, I won't admit to something I didn't do," Christina added, watching his back as he left.

The officer paused for a moment but didn't turn around. He left the interrogation room.

Christina thought the questioning was over.

But to her surprise, she was interrogated four times in one day.

And many of the questions were repetitive.

She had to answer them over and over again.

It wasn't until evening that she was finally allowed to rest in the holding cell.

This place was nothing like the Cavendish family mansion. There weren't even individual rooms; everyone was crammed into a large communal space.

Christina tried to adapt to the environment.

She found a corner to lie down in and quickly fell asleep.

She slept until morning when a foot kicked her several times, waking her up.

Christina groggily opened her eyes and turned to see the woman lying behind her in the dim light. "Why did you kick me?"

She slept quietly, not moving around, and stayed in her own space without bothering anyone.

But this woman had come at her first thing in the morning, clearly looking for trouble!

"You took my spot and you ask why? Have you no shame? This bed is mine, get out of here," the woman said aggressively, grabbing Christina's blanket and throwing it on the floor.

Then she moved to push her out. "Get lost, you don't deserve to sleep in my spot."

"Does it have your name on it? Or will it respond if you call it?" Christina wasn't one to start trouble.

But she wasn't afraid of it either.

There were no assigned beds in the holding cell.

If the woman had asked nicely, Christina wouldn't have minded giving up the spot. She wasn't that petty.

But!

"You threw my blanket and expect me to sleep on the floor? That's not right," Christina said coldly.

The woman sneered.

Among all the people here, she had been in the police station the longest. She used to be in a gang and was known for being tough. She had plenty of ways to make people behave.

She looked at Christina provocatively and then, right in front of her, kicked Christina's pillow to the floor.

Others had woken up but no one intervened. No one wanted to get involved, especially not for a newcomer, and risk angering the gang woman.

Except for a few of the woman's lackeys, who came over not to help Christina but to add fuel to the fire.

"When she came in last night, she just went to sleep without even saying hello or goodnight. No manners at all. And now she dares to defy you. She needs to be taught a lesson."

"Exactly, look at her. She doesn't seem like a decent person. A real piece of work."

The next second, the woman grabbed Christina's chin. "You look like you've seduced plenty of men, but let me tell you, I'm not like those filthy men who... Ah!"

Christina slapped her hand away. "Show some respect."

This action completely enraged the woman.

She was used to being the boss here, with her lackeys always flattering her. Being defied by Christina was unacceptable.

If she couldn't put Christina in her place today, how could she maintain her authority?

"Fuck you, you shameless bitch. Hold her down and strip her. Let's see if she still acts tough," the woman ordered viciously.

Her lackeys immediately complied, pinning Christina's shoulders.

Christina wasn't about to let them have their way.

She fought back desperately, trying to break free.

But how could she, alone, fight off three people?

Soon, her arms were pinned down.

The woman circled around to face her, looking down at her arrogantly. "Weren't you so tough just now? Didn't you look down on me? Let's see you act tough now!"

The woman wasn't satisfied with just words.

She reached out to grab Christina's face, but Christina quickly bit down on her finger, hard.

"Ah!"

The woman's screams grew louder and louder.

Her lackeys were startled and loosened their grip.

Christina seized the opportunity to break free. She didn't hold back, going straight for the leader.

She slapped the woman hard, the sound echoing in the room. "You want to bully me? No way! I'm not someone you can scare. If you want to mess with me, I'll fight you to the end."

She was ready for a fight, even if it meant both of them getting hurt.

Better for both of them to end up in the hospital than for her to be bullied alone.

Christina knew that reasoning wouldn't work here. The only way to deal with bullies was to fight back.

Only by being tough and making her tormentors pay would they leave her alone.

The woman's eyes flashed with malice.

Just then, footsteps approached, followed by a police officer's voice. "Settle down. You're in the police station, act like it."

"You're lucky today," the woman muttered, then moved aside with her lackeys.

When the officer arrived, he immediately noticed Christina's disheveled hair.

He also saw the three others with messed-up clothes.

He knew they'd been fighting, but without catching them in the act, he didn't bother with it. "Christina, come with me. We're going to ask you some questions."