Vera let out a cold snort, picked up the wine glass on the table and drained it: "She's just a mad dog. Now that life's peaceful for me and Luke, I don't have the patience to deal with her. But—"
She slammed the glass down on the table, full of fierce determination: "If she dares to mess with us again, I swear I'll ruin her, or my name isn't Warner!"
"Nice!" Faye clapped her hands, excited for Vera's boldness.
The two were chatting, when Vera's phone suddenly rang.
A strange number.
"Hello, are you the guardian of Chloe Warner and Zola Morgan? Your children are suspected of carrying a large amount of drugs and attempted murder. Please come to the police station immediately."
Drugs? Murder?
Vera's hand trembled, almost dropping the phone.
Impossible!
"We'll explain the details when you arrive at the station." The voice on the phone sounded impatient and hung up quickly.
Faye saw her pale face and asked worriedly, "What's going on?"
"Luke's in trouble." Vera's expression was grave, grabbing her bag and heading for the door: "I need to go, we'll catch up later."
"Want me to go…"
Faye was about to follow, but Vera's silhouette had already vanished.
She thought for a second, then quickly pulled out her phone to send a message.
"Bro! There's trouble! Vera is in trouble!"
...
Outside the police station.
"Mr. Morgan, we heard your son's suspected of carrying drugs and intentional murder. What's your opinion on this?"
"President Morgan, your son and the rumored illegitimate daughter were both arrested—does this suggest some hidden secrets?"
"The victim is still in the hospital, fighting for their life. How much compensation will the Morgan Group provide?"
"President Morgan, say something! President Morgan!"
...
The crowd of reporters jammed the entrance so tightly, each of them shoving their microphones as if their lives depended on it.
Victor Morgan strode in with a grim face, shielded by bodyguards.
Following him was the Morgan Group's top legal team.
"What's going on! How could Zola possibly do such a thing! I want to see my grandson now!"
The speaker was Mrs. Morgan, who had arrived a bit early. Her well-maintained face was twisted with anger, pounding the table and demanding coldly.
The police officer sat unmoved in the chair: "Mrs. Morgan, the suspect is being questioned, nobody can see them at this time."
"You!"
"Mom, calm down." Luna brought over a cup of hot water, gently comforting Mrs. Morgan.
"Water? Who cares about water right now!" Mrs. Morgan exploded, annoyed, shoving Luna's hand away.
"Ah—"
The hot water splashed onto her hand, Luna let out a small cry, pain flashing across her face.
Seeing her hand turn red, Mrs. Morgan's anger faded a bit: "Luna, are you alright?"
"I'm fine." Luna held her hand, smiling obediently: "Don't stress yourself, I believe Zola would never do this."
Mrs. Morgan saw her being so gentle, remembered the morning's rumors, and felt a bit guilty: "You've been through enough too."
Luna lowered her head, hiding the satisfaction in her eyes.
This was Victor Morgan's mother—she'd worked so hard to win her favor, now Mrs. Morgan would believe anything she said.
"What happened?"
Victor Morgan stormed in, his expression cold and severe, the whole station's temperature seemed to drop a few degrees at his presence.
The lawyer team behind him quickly started negotiating with the officers.
"So, I wanted to take Zola home today, but as soon as I got to the café, I saw the cops arresting Zola and that little girl, saying… saying they both had drugs on them and pushed someone down the stairs…"
Luna stepped forward, her eyes red, explaining to Victor.
"Little girl?!" Mrs. Morgan's eyes widened, whipping around to glare at Luna: "What little girl?"
"That's the one from the photos this morning, my sister Vera's kid." Luna bit her lip, as if hesitant: "Zola's always been good, I trust he'd never do this, but my sister's always had issues with me, so maybe she's using her child against me…"
"Luna!" Victor barked sharply, stopping Luna's slander: "Don't jump to conclusions before the facts are clear!"
Luna shut her mouth, flustered, but her hands clenched tightly.
"Why are you yelling at her!" Mrs. Morgan snapped, her anger suddenly surging: "I always said Zola could never do something like this, he must've been set up by that bitch!"
Mrs. Morgan turned, pointing at him and scolding, "What's wrong with you! Vera's scandals were well known—her chaotic lifestyle, zero morals, pregnant out of wedlock, and even faked her own death! A woman that vain and scheming, how could you get tangled up with her?"
Victor slightly frowned hearing Mrs. Morgan's shrill words.
"What, you don't believe me?" Mrs. Morgan gritted her teeth, dripping with contempt: "I've seen plenty of women like her, who'll do anything to marry into a wealthy family! What kind of kid could a woman like that raise? Zola must've been framed by that woman's child!"
"Mother." Victor's voice chilled, giving Mrs. Morgan a deep look: "The truth isn't out yet, don't rush to judge."
"You're still defending her?!" Mrs. Morgan glared fiercely: "Just wait till that woman shows up—I want to see just what kind of power this fox has!"
Victor's expression was murky, saying nothing more.
Luna barely suppressed a sly smile, the malice flashing in her eyes for a moment.
She'd put up with Zola for ages. Now was the perfect chance to eliminate these two bastards and that bitch Vera!
All those reporters outside? She called them here. This time, Zola's reputation would be ruined for good!
Next step, she'd give Victor the real Morgan heir.
"Creak—"
The police station door opened again; Vera's face was tense as she strode quickly toward the officers.
But before she could get close, Mrs. Morgan blocked her way.
"You're Vera?" Mrs. Morgan said coldly, full of anger.
Vera looked at her with puzzlement: "And you are…?"
"Heh! Drop the act!" Mrs. Morgan glared at her with utter contempt: "You want to marry into the Morgan family, you'd better know who I am! Let me tell you, trash like you—shameless vixen, I will never let you set foot into the Morgan household!"
Vera glanced at Victor nearby, then sized up the imposing woman in front of her and instantly understood.
She couldn't help but wonder, are all these Morgan people nuts?
"Mrs. Morgan, I have zero interest in your family's doors. And please, stop barking at me every time I show up."
Barking?
Victor raised his eyes, squinting at Vera.
Did this woman just call him a dog?