She blacked out all of a sudden, and just like a whirlpool, it just dragged Joanne into a storm like that.

All of her strength had been taken away, and she could not help but gradually fall...

Her eyelids became heavier and heavier, and she seemed to fall into a deep sleep the next second. However, before that, she saw Mia's twisted smile.

Mia crawled from the sofa to her; dark circles under her eyes were like two crescent moons under her eyes, making her face lifeless and her smile hollow.

She patted on Joanne's face. "Joanne, now I see. Those men are right, because you're indeed pretty. Oh, that's not why I want you here... Dad's company is falling apart, and I just knew that your brother was behind all this."

"..."

"I can't touch your brother or Brian. But... I can do what I want to you."

"..."

"They all say you're clever and I don't agree with them. You're here because I told you to, right? Just wait. When you open your eyes, you won't want to live anymore..."

"Mia." With her last strength, Joanne squeezed out a sentence. "Do you ever think about the consequences?"

"Consequences?" Mia laughed hysterically. "When Scott Group falls apart, I'll have nothing like Ava! Why should I think about consequences? Your brother ruined Scott Group and I'll ruin you! With you in hell with me, I won't hate the world so much anymore."

Joanne saw a camera was set in the living room and slowly realized what Mia would do to her. Fear invaded her heart like water spreading on the floor...

Brian...

Murmuring the name of the person she missed the most, Joanne used her last strength to get up.

She could not let Mia do what she wanted.

Mia did not stop Joanne and was just cold sneering. It seemed that Mia found pleasure in seeing Joanne's struggle.

"Mia." Joanne supported herself on the shoe cabinet in the porch. "How long have you been using those stuff? Go turn yourself in in the police station."

"Well-" Mia scorned and reached out to slightly pushed Joanne.

Joanne didn't have any strength left in her and failed to hold Mia's push. Then, she slowly fell back like a load of blocks falling apart. "Bang-", she hit her head on the step stool or something, and pain and dizziness assaulted her the same time...

Before she could think of anything more, she went into a coma.

...

Joanne thought the evil fate would fall on her when she was in a coma and her life would be ruined from now on.

However, when she opened her eyes, she still lay on the cold floor and fully dressed. The camera in the living room was still off. Except for her aching head, she didn't seem to have other injuries.

Did she get lucky?

When she managed to open her eyes, Joanne found everything in the room changed.

Someone opened the curtain, and small objects in the room were scattered everywhere as if there had been a fight. A fishy smell filled in the air...

She also saw Hannah, Captain Turner, and Shawn...

Policemen were walking in the room, taking pictures and leaving marks. Shawn squatted and she could not tell what he was doing.

Soon, Shawn stood up. Without his tall figure, Joanne found that the person behind him was Mia.

Mia also lay on the ground. However, her clothes were in a mess and there was a pool of red blood beside her body. The blood... had flown out from the wound on her lower abdomen.

"Mia was dead." Joanne heard Shawn's voice. "The death time is estimated at two hours ago, and she died of blood loss."

At that second, Joanne's mind went blank.

How did Mia die? Wasn't she going to do something to her? Why did Mia die at last?

"Put Joanne's knife into the bag." Captain Turner ordered and Hannah answered in a shaky voice. "Yes, sir"

Joanne doubted if she heard them wrong. Her knife?

How was there a knife in her hand?

When Hannah approached her, she found Joanne had opened her eyes, feeling startled and happy. "Joanne's awake!"

Shawn was the first one to rush to help Joanne up, and he solemnly reminded her. "You're now involved, and don't talk too much."

Joanne glanced at the crime scene and all the people present.

She had been on many crime scenes and she knew perfectly well what was going on right now-Mia had been stabbed to death, and she was holding a blood-stained knife. Now, she was the top suspect in Mia's murder.

Therefore, from now on, everything she said might be used against her on the court.

Shawn was protecting her when he reminded her not to say anything and wait until her lawyer arrived.

However, how didn't she know what she did?

Joanne involuntarily shook her head. "It was not me. She'd been in a fight, but I didn't even touch her."

"Joanne." Captain Turner walked to her. "We know you and we trust you, but the public won't let things go just like that, so you have to help our investigation in the office. Trust me, we'll prove you innocent."

The public?

Without knowing what had happened, Joanne was brought downstairs. As expected, outside the cordon of police, reporters from all the newspapers had arrived. With their cameras pointed to her, they bombard her with all kinds of questions-

"Mrs. Lambert, did you really kill your half-sister?"

"Mrs. Lambert, wasn't a joke when you told Miss Scott to die at the party?"

"Mrs. Lambert..."

One after another, they were like bombs exploding in Joanne's head,

She knew that this time, she had been in the center of the storm.

Shawn covered Joanne's ears. "Don't listen to them. Keep calm. I've already called Brian and your brother."

Joanne nodded and got into the car. The police car was driving toward the City Police Station and she was sitting there, her shaky hands and legs turning cold.

Shawn held Joanne's hand. "Don't worry. Brian said he'd catch us in a minute."

Joanne buried her head on her knees. "I don't know what happened..."

Last night, everyone had left, and only Mia and she stayed. She passed out and couldn't do a thing, but why was Mia stabbed to death? Why did the knife appear in her hand?

"We'll prove you innocent."

Shawn, Captain Turner, and others all promised her, but she still felt restless.

The car stopped in front of the City Police Station, and reporters and photographers all swarmed toward them, making them unable to open the car door. In the end, the policemen had to maintain the order to let Joanne and others get off the car.

Those harsh questions assaulted Joanne again-

"You said that you wanted Mia dead. Mrs. Lambert, now everyone said that you've done it yourself, is that true?"

"How will this affect Lambert Group? And will Mr. Lambert divorce you because of this?"

Joanne lowered her head, afraid of looking at the cameras, while Shawn quietly clenched his fists.

She feared that Shawn would act on impulse and stir another controversy, so she tugged at him, and the group of people sped past the reporters into the police station.

At that time, outside the entrance, another round of noise came. Joanne thought of something and looked out. As expected, it was Brian's car.

Three people got off the black car: Brian, Gavin, and a man who looked like a lawyer, carrying his briefcase.

The reporters all rushed to Brian, who remained silent with a cold face. The bodyguards elbowed out a way for him to get into the police station. However, some reporter asked a difficult question in the heat of passion:

"Mr. Lambert, if your wife is the murderer, will you divorce her to protect Lambert Group?"

Everyone had clearly seen a coldness flashing across Brian's handsome face. The nearby air seemed to freeze. He coldly stared at the reporter who asked the question, and his eyes were so cold that even other reporters felt the chill.

"First, my wife is a medical examiner, and she knows about rules and regulations better than anyone else, so she won't do anything illegal." Word by word, Brian said it clearly. "Second, no matter what happens, I won't divorce her."

Brian's invisible aura had completely shrouded the entire place so that the reporters and photographers didn't dare to follow him anymore. He entered the police station with the lawyer.

Standing inside the police station, Joanne gazed at her with a pair of red eyes.

She cried because of the things he said just now, and because he had come. Finally, she could feel relieved.

Seeing Brian, she knew that she didn't need to fear anymore.

Involuntarily, Joanne wanted to walk toward Brian, but Captain Turner stopped her. "Joanne, you can't talk to your family right now."

She knew the rules and nodded in agreement. She just looked at Brian, because she knew his face so well-he was signaling at her not to worry.

She nodded to him and then entered the interrogation room. First, she would speak to the lawyer alone.

In the black interrogation room were only a strong light and a triangular table. She sat on the chair for the questioned and looked in a loss.

During workdays, she would come to the police station every day but never thought that she would sit here one day.

"Mrs. Lambert, Mr. Lambert said you don't need to worry." The lawyer said, "He'll find a way, and you need to trust him."

Joanne nodded. "Tell him that I feel fine now."

"OK. We don't have much time." The lawyer cut to the chase right away. "Tell me everything you can remember from the beginning."

"Yes."

Joanne told the lawyer everything from her receiving Mia's message and her passing out.

He looked into Joanne's eyes. "Are you sure you've told me everything?"

Joanne smiled. "My husband hires you, and I trust him. And, I'm sure I didn't kill Mia, so there's no need to hide anything."

The lawyer smiled back. "When they ask you later, you just need to answer like this. I suspect that Mia texted you for a reason. I'll go look into it, and you just need to cooperate with the police."

"Thank you." Joanne politely sent the lawyer.

Next, the police would ask her questions as a regular routine. However, people who came in were not Captain Turner and Hannah, but a policeman from another unit, which made Joanne a little nervous.

Sensing the anxiety in Joanne's eyes, the middle-aged policeman smiled. "Joanne, people know you're close to Captain Turner and his unit. So the leaders decided to leave your case to us, otherwise, your father... well, the families will make a bigger scene."

Joanne furrowed her brow. "They're here?"

"Patricia came. Now she's talking to the media, saying that you killed his daughter and wanted them to expose what you did. We couldn't stop her." The policeman sighed desperately and sounded a little sorry for her.

Joanne thought for a while and decided to ignore her and let the policeman start the routine questioning.

When the truth came out, the real murderer would surface, and the media would clear her name in time.

However, she couldn't possibly figure out who killed Mia and framed her. She was not close to Mia, let alone having common enemies. Who could have thought a way like this to ruin them both?