NovelGoldChapter 385 Claire was led into the interrogation room.
The cramped space pressed down on her, making it hard to breathe.
"Take a seat," the detective said, his voice cutting through the silence. He pulled out a notepad and pen, ready to record her statement.
Claire sat slowly, her hands gripping the edges of the chair until her knuckles turned white.
"Let's get specific," the detective continued, his questions rapid-fire. "Who did you kill? Where did it happen? How did you do it? And why?" Claire drew in a shaky breath and began.
"I killed Hank Brown. Scarlet. Vincent. And..." Her voice was low and hoarse. With every nshe spoke, bloody memories flickered in her mind: Mandy's wild eyes, the twisted faces of her victims.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtWith each confession, the detective's eyes grew wider. He never would have guessed that this frail-looking woman sitting in front of him had killed four people let alone in such a brutal way.
He forced himself to remain calm, but shock churned in his gut.
"You're certain you killed all four?" he pressed, trying to catch a tremor in Claire's voice.
She nodded, her tone steady and firm. "Yes. I killed them all." He started scribbling notes. "Then tellwhy did you do it?" Claire closed her eyes, as if bracing herself against a tide of painful memories.
She told him everything she'd suffered: Hank Brown's violent assault, Scarlet's calculated betrayal, Vincent's lies and cruelty. She spoke, too, of the beatings she endured while locked away.
She didn't lie-she didn't have to. Every word was the truth.
The detective listened, his horror mounting. His hand moved faster and faster across the page. He'd never imagined anyone-least of all a woman-could go through so much and still be sitting here.
He questioned Claire over and over, determined to confirm every detail. He repeated the squestions again and again, refusing to let anything slip through the cracks.
When he was finally done, he closed his notebook and prepared to have Claire held in custody pending further investigation.
But just then, Claire moved.
She pulled a small bottle from her pocket, unscrewed the cap, and, before the detective could react, downed its contents in one swift motion.
The bottle clattered to the floor as she began to convulse violently.
The detective stared at her in shock, eyes wide in horror. "What are you doing?!" By the the rushed over, the bottle was empty and Claire's body was already wracked with tremors.
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Claire knew that Mandy cared too much-Mandy would never let her take m the fall alone. If Claire survived, Mandy Would fight to clear her name. That's why, after confessing, Claire chose to end her life. If she died, all the blwould die with her. Mandy, you're such a good person. You have to keep living. May needs you.
And Sean, Grandma, Nanny Grace-don't grieve for me.
Even if I didn't die today, it wouldn't be long anyway.
If I can make my death count for something, then it's worth it.
A searing pain exploded in Claire's stomach, spreading like wildfire through her body.
The agony twisted deep inside her, tearing through her insides. Notleven the painkillers/she'd taken before could dull it now.
She bit down hard on her lip, but still the pain forced groans through her clenched teeth.
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