Chapter 8

Chapter 8:
The sound of Candice’s slap echoed through the police station hall.
Madilyn touched her cheek and cried out in astonishment, “How dare you hit me in front of Rey! Are you crazy?”
Though Madilyn’s hair and makeup had been perfect, the slap smudged her makeup even more.
Tears streamed down her cheeks as she stared at Candice fearfully before throwing herself into Greyson’s arms.
This time, she was truly frightened.
One of the policemen approached Candice to stop her from doing anything else. “It’s wrong to hit someone. Besides, you’re at a police station! Why would you do that here?”
Greyson was about to confront Candice, but the police held him back.
Candice smiled calmly and said, “She claimed I hired someone to hurt her, so I figured I’d better make it come true.”
“It’s illegal to hit someone!” the policeman warned her again.
Candice faced him calmly and asked, “Are you going to keep me here over a slap?”
The policeman was stunned. “No. But… this is wrong,” he muttered awkwardly.
So what if it was wrong? She wouldn’t be sent to jail for a slap anyway.
Candice walked up to Greyson.
Her eyes were full of disappointment, resentment, and pain.
Then, she slapped him on the exact spot where he had hit her yesterday.
“Now we’re even. I must have been blind to have ever liked you,” she said.
She had loved him since she was fourteen.
After wasting ten years loving him, she finally woke up from the dream.
Greyson’s head tilted to the side from Candice’s slap, and he was shocked.
Her slap had been hard and painful.
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However, he didn’t fight back.
He pursed his lips, wanting to say something, but remained silent.
The two policemen looked helplessly at the three before them. Family affairs like these were the hardest to resolve.
Candice took out a bank statement and a thumb drive from her bag and showed them to everyone.
The policemen looked at her curiously, and one asked, “What’s this?”
“This bank statement proves that Madilyn transferred one hundred thousand dollars to a man named Zack Rowan yesterday morning. I brought him here with me. You can interrogate him and find out who hired the kidnappers,” Candice said confidently.
She then held up the thumb drive and continued, “This contains a statement from their accomplice, Erick Smith. He admitted to the kidnapping himself. Apparently, they were hired to hurt me at first but failed, so they collaborated with Madilyn to stage her kidnapping. Although this recording, obtained without permission, can’t be used as evidence in court, I’m presenting the truth. You can investigate further yourselves.”
The policemen were impressed and surprised. How did she even get hold of these?
Madilyn’s legs gave out; she slipped from Greyson’s arms and fell to the floor. How was that even possible?
Candice handed the evidence to one of the policemen.
She said clearly and firmly, “By deliberately making false statements to damage someone’s reputation, Miss Reilly is guilty of defamation. According to the law, she should be imprisoned for up to three years.”
Candice glared at Greyson with bright eyes and took out her lawyer’s license.
She showed it to everyone present, especially Greyson. “I reserve the right to sue her,” she said smugly.
Greyson stared at her in disbelief, feeling conflicted. She seemed like someone he had never known.
“Greyson, I am no longer the Candice Blake you knew before. If you don’t want Madilyn to go to jail, tell her to apologize to me.”
Without another word, she turned and left.
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