Mrs Hale, I Surrender
Chapter 95 - 095 Zoe confronts her foster mother: I hit because I wanted to hit

Chapter 95: 095 Zoe confronts her foster mother: I hit because I wanted to hit

According to the preliminary estimates of the police, the value of the stolen jewelry was around twenty million, involving a substantial amount, already meeting the criterion for filing a case.

They currently couldn’t exclude any suspect.

They were also worried that calling Zoe Bell would alert the suspects prematurely.

Therefore, they went straight to her and took her back for investigation.

"Mom, I’ve already explained to you, I didn’t take any of your jewelry, and your missing items couldn’t possibly involve my sister!" Lucas Bell was also there.

"What sister! She’s not your sister!"

When Vivi Lange discovered the jewelry was missing, she was like a madwoman.

"In any case, she has nothing to do with it."

Lucas Bell wasn’t interested in his mother’s jewelry.

But he remembered that when he went to get the Passport Card, there were jewels in it, though how many were missing, he wasn’t sure.

"You’re still protecting her? You’re hopeless!"

"Ms. Lange, could you first tell us specifically what jewelry was lost? If you have photos or videos, even better, as it will help us in recovering the missing items."

This kind of valuable jewelry doesn’t have many places for recovery, and given the pricing, the circulation rate shouldn’t be high.

As long as there’s a clue, it should be possible to recover them.

"What is there to ask, it must be her!" Vivi Lange concluded preemptively, "What kind of spell has she cast on you that you side with her like this!"

"Lucas, tell the police truthfully, is it she who asked you to steal?"

"I said, no!" Lucas Bell gritted his teeth.

"Sister, at this point, you should stop protecting her." Standing on the side, Mina Bell said with a strained voice.

Zoe Bell recognized the familiar voice and took a careful look at her.

Having not seen her for many days,

she had changed her appearance again.

Her eyes were bigger, her nose bridge was higher, and her chin was so sharp it could kill someone.

Her whole body was exquisite, holding a handbag worth a million alone.

It was said that the Bell family was on the brink of collapse, yet she seemed to be living quite comfortably.

Lucas Bell looked sideways at Mina Bell: "Your lips are so plumped up they can barely close, would you die if you didn’t talk? Not interrupting others when they are speaking is basic manners, do you understand that!"

"Lucas Bell, I am your sister!" Mina Bell said through gritted teeth.

"Whoever I recognize as my sister, she is my sister."

Mina Bell knew he was crazy but dared not provoke him.

Vivi Lange felt a burning rage inside her.

Her home was now in complete chaos, all thanks to Zoe Bell.

But this instigator was wearing sophisticated stage makeup, clearly just finished dancing, standing on the glamorous stage, receiving applause, protected by the Hale family, stealing away her son...

Now, she had stolen the jewelry cherished for many years.

Rage overwhelmed her sanity; her hands tightened at her sides, her nails digging into the flesh without her noticing.

"Ms. Lange, please tell us more about the missing items so we can help recover them as soon as possible," the officer had barely finished speaking when Vivi Lange charged at Zoe Bell.

Raising her hand, intending to hit her.

After causing such turmoil at home, why should she get to walk away unscathed and live so comfortably?

Zoe Bell frowned and took two steps back.

"Smack—" A crisp slap rang out.

It didn’t land on her face.

Because Lucas Bell rushed forward, blocking the slap for her.

Vivi Lange had used all her strength, so the slap was not a light one.

On his pale face, vivid red marks were shockingly visible.

"Lucas." Her pupils suddenly dilated, staring at her son in disbelief.

"What on Earth are you doing? For you, do you know how many hospitals I’ve been to, how much suffering I’ve endured? Carrying you for ten months, giving birth to you, yet you still protect her?"

"Lucas Bell, have you gone mad?"

"This is the police station but even if there were any issues, it’s not your place to be violent. Shouldn’t you listen to the police; don’t you want to get arrested?" The slap caused his mouth to ooze blood.

Standing by, Mina Bell was too frightened to make a sound.

Meanwhile, Kyle Lowe just arrived, taking a deep breath.

Actually, Lucas Bell blocking the slap was for her own good.

If it had really landed on his wife’s face, given his grandfather’s temperament, he wouldn’t have let it go easily.

Lucas Bell was protecting Zoe Bell, but also his own mother.

His position was quite difficult.

However, Vivi Lange was completely irrational, seeing only her son standing opposite her in defense of Zoe Bell, and, like a madwoman, she yanked Lucas away.

"Zoe Bell, this is all because of you, you stole my jewelry, and now you want to steal my son."

"You really know how to play the game, talking about using trophies to shift the jewelry through Lucas’s hands."

"So, later on, if anything is pursued, there would be a scapegoat, how utterly malicious!"

Zoe Bell scoffed, "It’s really a pity you didn’t become a screenwriter!"

"You dare to laugh?"

"Mom, I’ve told you, the loss of the jewelry has nothing to do with my sister, can you stop making unreasonable trouble!"

Lucas Bell tried to pull his mother away, "We just need to cooperate with the police investigation."

"Get away from me!"

Vivi Lange had suffered too much stress recently, pushing Lucas Bell away and lunging at Zoe Bell.

Kyle Lowe took a few strides forward trying to stop Vivi Lange, but he didn’t expect Zoe Bell to step forward to meet her.

Suddenly, she raised her hand.

As her hand swung, it seemed to bring a gust of wind, striking precisely on half of Vivi Lange’s face.

A loud slap stunned Vivi Lange for a few seconds.

Then, the fiery, burning pain on her face surprised and humiliated her, her pupils dilated, staring incredulously at Zoe Bell, "You, how dare you hit me?"

"Who are you?"

"What?" Vivi Lange was taken aback by the question.

"If someone tries to hit me, isn’t it right to fight back? What’s our relationship that I can’t hit you!"

"..."

"If I want to hit, I’ll hit!"

Having severed the relationship, Vivi Lange was now just someone unimportant to her.

She no longer needed to endure in silence or be obsequious.

Embarrassed and unaccepting, Vivi Lange was so angered she could hardly resist rushing to tear Zoe Bell’s face, "Zoe Bell! Who gave you the courage!"

"Vivi Lange!"

Zoe Bell’s voice suddenly rose, she wasn’t calling her mother or Mrs. Bell, but directly by her name.

Her eyes were filled with a chilling coldness, causing a shudder.

Vivi Lange was stunned by the fright, momentarily speechless on the spot.

"Have you had enough trouble? This is a police station, not your house, and certainly not a place for you to throw tantrums!"

"We’ve already severed our relationship, I’m only tolerating you for Lucas’s sake."

"If you continue to speak maliciously, I won’t be polite to you!"

Zoe Bell continued as she saw her calm down, "Whether I took the jewelry will be investigated by the police; if I am a thief, you can punish or scold me as you please, but the police haven’t even spoken yet. If you continue to talk nonsense, I will sue you for defamation."

Dignified and reasonable,

Even her words carried a deterring power, Vivi Lange had never seen Zoe Bell like this and didn’t know how to respond.

At this time, Kevin Bell, who had been at the company, arrived.

Soon after, Ruben Fletcher also came.

Clearly, those present were the people who had recently visited the Bell Family, apart from the servants.

Zoe Bell glanced indifferently at everyone present.

"Not just anyone can enter the Bell Family, and besides, your jewelry was in a safe; very few knew the combination; it must have been an inside job..."

"This thief, must certainly be here!"

When her gaze lightly fell on Mina Bell, she met the gaze without any hint of evasion or fear.

When Zoe Bell glanced at Ruben Fletcher, her eyes flitted, perhaps intimidated by William Hale.

Clearly,

Guilty conscience!