In the corridor, a few police officers lingered, their postures stiff as Matthew approached. From the hospital room, Stella’s voice drifted out, trembling with fear and desperation, carrying through the quiet hallway like an echo of anguish. She recounted the events over and over, her voice cracking as she adamantly insisted she hadn’t killed Robin.
“I swear, I didn’t kill Robin,” she pleaded, her words trembling with desperation. “My car was hit, and everything went black. Next thing I knew, I was waking up here, in the hospital.”
Her voice, so raw and pained, tugged at the hearts of anyone within earshot, leaving a Lingering pang of sympathy.
The officers, however, remained unshaken. One produced a pen sealed as evidence. “This pen, engraved with your name, was used to kill Robin, Your fingerprints are the only ones on it.”
Stella froze in disbelief, her breath catching as the pen she had been desperately searching for resurfaced at such a pivotal moment.
“That pen.. it’s been missing for ages! I’ve been searching high and low for it. Ask my assistant if you don’t believe me,” she implored, her wide eyes brimming with urgency.
Just as the police prepared to press her further, the door swung open, and Matthew strode in, Lindsay right on his heels.
The moment Lindsay spotted Stella, she shouted, “Stella, how can you be so callous? Even now, you’re spinning Lies to cover your tracks!”
Her voice crackled with fury, and her glare could have cut glass. To Lindsay, Stella wasn’t just guilty-she was irredeemable.
Stella’s expression hardened, and her gaze met Lindsay’s head-on.
“I’m not spinning lies. I’m telling the truth,” she said, her voice unwavering.
Matthew had arrived with a lawyer in tow, delegating the task of negotiating with the police to Fernando and the legal expert.
In the hospital room, only the trio remained.
Stella, her tone tinged with both helplessness and grievance, recounted the sequence of events to Lindsay. “I was driving to my mom’s place when Robin started tailing me. He hit my car, and then he tried to overtake me. That was when my brakes failed. I couldn’t stop in time, and the cars collided. After that, I blacked out. When I gained consciousness, I was already in the hospital.”
Her words hung in the air, a silent plea for Lindsay to believe her.
Matthew, on the other hand, stayed quiet, deep in thought as he pieced the puzzle together.
He knew jumping to conclusions and pinning the blame on Stella without solid evidence was out of the question.
Lindsay, her voice sharp with grief and disbelief, shot back. “Are you saying Robin killed himself? That’s absurd! Your story doesn’t hold water.”
Suspicion and anger flashed in her eyes, her expression as sharp as a knife.
Stella held her ground, her voice firm despite the tension. “I don’t know what happened, but I know one thing for sure-I didn’t kill him.”
Determination gleamed in her eyes, a glimmer of confidence in her own innocence.
Lindsay’s cries persisted, a heart-wrenching symphony of sorrow that painted a vivid picture of her anguish over her brother’s untimely death.
With unwavering conviction, she hurled accusations at Stella. “You’re just spinning Lies! You’re the one who killed him!”
Her emotions bubbled to the surface like a raging storm, her pain seeking an outlet.