Chapter 62

"If you didn't insult my family, I wouldn't hit you. And I just slap you. You can insult people, but I can't hit you? Are you a shrew?" Paul said.

"What a joke! You say I insulted your family; that's because you insult my family first."

Seeing the two getting more and more intense, it was as if they had turned the police station into their home.

John's helpless eyes showed a trace of speechlessness. He patted the table. "Silence, do you think this is your home? Do you know where you are? This is the police station, not your home, everyone shut up!"

The couple saw John getting angry and finally restrained themselves a bit.

But the looks they gave each other were still full of defiance.

If it weren't for the authority of the police station holding them back, they would have started fighting again in the next second.

John frowned deeply, his gaze casually fell on Lucille. "You reported the case, you speak first."

"Officer, why is it that she reported the case first? Clearly, we came together. I'm the victim!" Paul said, rolling up his sleeve. "Look! She twisted me, it's all bruised and purple, whose wife hits this hard."

"Alright, everyone shut up first!" John irritably patted the table, stopping them from continuing to argue. "I already understand your situation, it doesn't count as domestic violence, it's just a family dispute."

"What is the definition of domestic violence? Look at how she hit me!" Lucille was dissatisfied with John's statement and showed him her injuries.

Paul, feeling he had found support, was secretly a bit smug that the law didn't recognize this as domestic violence. "Alright, you're showing your arm, should I show mine?"

He extended his hand to show her.

Neither of them was willing to back down, both expressing their grievances, and wanting to play the victim in front of the police.

Lucille couldn't win arguments at home, and she was still at a disadvantage here. No matter how strong she was, she was still a girl.

Plus, with Paul playing the victim, Lucille's emotions were even more agitated than before. "You dare to play the victim first!" She couldn't understand, thinking she was clearly the weaker party in the eyes of the law. Why wasn't this considered domestic violence?

She bit her lip lightly, her gaze fixed on Paul, who was still indifferent, and his casual posture clearly mocking her.

Lucille was almost driven to tears by his smugness, but she had no other way.

John had already spoken, and there wasn't much point in persisting.

At this moment, Zoey leisurely took out her phone from her pocket, silently opened the video she had just recorded, and placed it next to John. "Mr. Williams, I also want to report a case."

John was stunned for a moment, a complex expression circling Zoey's face.

He thought, 'Can't she see I am interrogating someone? Why is she causing trouble?'

"What's up, Zoey?" John still asked symbolically.

Zoey, seeing John speak, began to explain. "I want to report Paul for assaulting me, an officer. At 6:01 PM, I saw him hitting Lucille right after I got off work. I went up to intervene, but he not only didn't listen but also insulted me. After multiple warnings, he still insisted on fighting me."

After speaking, the video started playing, showing Zoey and Paul fighting earlier.

Paul was shocked.

Lucille was shocked and confused.

Paul felt more wronged than Zoey. "Wait, are you sure I assaulted you? Or did you fail to intervene and hit me?" Clearly, Zoey had hit him so hard he couldn't even defend himself, but she wanted to report him.

"Why did you record it?" Paul asked.

Zoey told him seriously. "Even if I didn't record it, do you think there are no cameras at the entrance of the police station? I just saved the trouble of checking the surveillance footage." She remembered the days she spent checking surveillance footage in the criminal investigation team; it was too time-consuming.

Hearing that, Paul was silent.

John carefully watched the content of her video and, from an objective standpoint, said. "From the video, Mr. Howard's assaults on Ms. Morgan indeed constitute assault. The force he used and the extent of Ms. Morgan's retaliation are not on the same level, and the harm he caused her is substantial, while her retaliation did not cause substantial harm, and several hits didn't even connect. This can indeed be filed as an assault case, with detention of more than five days but less than ten days, and a fine of $200 to $500."

Lucille was very satisfied with this result, her previously gloomy expression instantly brightened.

"Thank you, Mr. Williams, quickly arrest this bad man Paul!" She mocked Paul while thanking Zoey with her eyes. "Thank you, Madam."

Zoey's expression did not improve. "My name is Zoey Brown. And Ms. Morgan has already testified, Mr. Williams, did you hear? Paul hit me."

Lucille was stunned again. "Yes, that's right."

John had worked with Zoey for a while and naturally knew her temperament, so he warned her with his eyes not to cause trouble.

Zoey gave him a look that told him she was just telling the truth.

Seeing John's response, she didn't say more.

After Zoey 'reported the case,' the atmosphere in the interrogation room changed. Paul, realizing all the evidence was against him, began to resist. "No, how is this assault? This is just a little quarrel between our couple, I didn't hurt her badly. Isn't this just a bit of fun between our couple?"

"Who has fun with you? You bastard!" Lucille cursed.

"I'm telling the truth, you're my wife, and we have marriage documents, how can this be assault? Mr. Williams, you have to stand up for me."

Zoey knocked on the table, signaling Paul to stop arguing, and explained the law to him. "The law does not exclude spouses from this provision. Just because she married you doesn't mean you can hit and insult her at will! Unless you provide proof of a mental illness, proving you have a mental disorder!"

"No..."

John said sternly. "This place is under surveillance, from the moment we came in, it's all been recorded. If you think my judgment is wrong, you can hire a lawyer! If not, sign this!"

Paul, furious and glaring at Lucille as if he wanted to kill her, finally unwillingly signed his name.