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Chapter 985: Chapter 985: Can’t Calm Down_1 Chapter 985: Chapter 985: Can’t Calm Down_1 What’s going on?

When Jane McCain was pushed into the police car, her mind was blank. When she was brought into the interrogation room, it remained blank.

She couldn’t figure out why she was being accused of murder?

Who did she kill?

Her flash marriage husband?

But she had only given him two cold medicine tablets, could that have killed him?!

The closed door suddenly opened and Aria Jackson walked in with a complex expression, followed by Allen Rivera.

Jane immediately stood up and asked for help, “Sister Aria, what’s going on?! Why are they saying I committed murder? They even put this on me… can this be removed?”

She stretched out her hands to show the silver-grey handcuffs, her expression frantic.

Aria Jackson glanced at Allen Rivera.

Allen said, “Take them off her.”

A police officer came in from outside and unlocked Jane’s handcuffs.

Jane rubbed her wrists and looked at the two people in front of her, bewildered, “What exactly is going on? Did the police make a mistake? … Can I go back now?”

“I’m afraid you can’t go back just yet.” Allen took a seat opposite her, tried to control his emotions, and then asked, “Jane, do you remember the story you made up?”

Jane nodded slightly, still dazed.

“We discovered a male model nicknamed Philly who went missing a few years ago. His real name is Zane Matthew, and he had a brother named Kyle Matthew. Just like in your story, Kyle went out to search for his missing younger brother and also became untraceable. We used the hair strands left in his home for DNA testing and confirmed it matched the body found in the catfish dismemberment case.” ᴛhis chapter is ᴜpdated by noᴠelfire.net

Jane still didn’t understand as she looked at Allen Rivera, then turned to Aria Jackson.

“You mean to say… my made-up story just happened to be true?” Jane was baffled and confused, “But… what does this have to do with me? I don’t even know them!”

Allen looked at her innocent appearance, felt a touch of melancholy in his heart, and subconsciously wanted to believe her. However, the evidence before him compelled him to fulfill his duty.

He was the prosecutor.

He couldn’t dismiss major suspicions just because the suspect was an acquaintance.

Allen loosened his collar, exhaled deeply, and said, “Jane, the reason this dismemberment case has remained unsolved is that we never discovered the victim’s identity.”

He looked up, his gaze meeting Jane’s eyes, “Do you understand now? In a murder case where no one knew who the victim was, you did.”

The only person who could know the victim’s identity would likely be the murderer.

“I don’t know!” Jane exclaimed in shock, “I don’t know any Kyle Matthew. I was just making up a story!”

“Janie, think carefully, is there any chance you might have heard such a story somewhere?” Aria didn’t want to pressure her but had to convey the harsh reality, “Once the charge of first-degree murder is established, there are only two possible sentences, either the death penalty or life in prison. So, you must try to remember, understand?”