THE FORGOTTEN HEIRESS-Chapter 107: Nightmare

An unreadable expression flashed across his face as he pondered on the situation.

He didn’t know what he felt for his wife at the moment, whether pity or anger; because he had warned them on several occasions to stay away from Kathleen but they wouldn’t heed to any of his warnings.

His wife whom he believed should have known better foolishly got herself entangled in this mess.

Whether she was guilty or not, with the contractor confessing, he knew it would be difficult to prove her innocence.

"Can she be released on bail since she has not yet been proven guilty?" Mr Taylor spoke since it appeared his client was not saying anything.

"As a lawyer, you should be aware of the import of what she’s been accused of. Bail cannot be granted easily. She has to remain in police custody until the hearing of the case."

"I would advise you to go and do your homework and Mr Beazell, you should find a way to make the lady in question drop her charges."

"Does it mean my mom is going to be sleeping in the police station?"

Getting no reply from anyone, Linda shrieked,

"No, my mother cannot remain in police custody. She is innocent and cannot be punished for what she didn’t do."

Mr Beazell pursed his lips and released a deep breath. He laid a hand on his daughter to quieten her down. "Can I at least see my wife?" he requested, his voice lacking any emotion.

"That will not be a problem. I will arrange it."

The commissioner pressed a bell on his table and a police officer entered, and saluted the commissioner.

"Take them to see Mrs Beazell," he ordered before continuing with the work on his table.

In the cell, Mrs Beazell was still looking elegant and proud. Due to her status as the wife of one of the leading families in Baltimore, she was given a special cell and wasn’t mistreated.

She wasn’t afraid in the least and believed, in no time she would be out. As a result she even dared to take a nap. After the drama she put up at the café, she was doubtless exhausted.

She even dreamt that she captured Kathleen and took her to an abandoned warehouse somewhere in a remote village.

In the dark warehouse, Kathleen knelt down, her face covered in blood and begged her to let her go.

With each plea from Kathleen, she would give a command and one of her goons would release a lash of the spiky whip on Kathleen, drawing blood out from her skin in the process.

The more Kathleen begged as her skin was ripped apart, the more satisfied she got. She was laughing ferociously at Kathleen’s miserable state that her sides began to ache.

All of a sudden, from the side of her own body which was aching, blood began to flow out and she didn’t know how the situation suddenly reversed.

Kathleen was no longer the one tied up and receiving the beating but herself. Blood was also dripping from all over her body as it previously did from Kathleen’s.

She was about to faint from the pain that wrecked her entire body when she heard a loud bang on the door of the warehouse and some people rushed in.

She slumped into the arms of one of the people that had run straight towards her.

In her delirious state, she heard a voice that sounded like her daughter’s calling out to her.

She opened her bloody eyes to confirm that it was really her daughter, then she grabbed unto her lapel as she yelled with the last bit of strength in her.

"Take me out of here, don’t leave me in this gruesome place."

"Mom," Linda screamed anxiously as she held onto her mother.

"I think she’s having a nightmare. We need to wake her up," Mr Beazell whispered and asked Linda to move aside while he vigorously shook his wife to wake her up from her nightmare.

Tears glimmered in Linda’s eyes and she glanced up at her father, "Dad, we can’t allow mom to stay here," Linda whined. "She has not even spent half a day and she’s already having nightmares."

Meanwhile Mrs Beazell wiped her hands over her face and instead of the scarlet red color she expected to see on her palm, it was a coourless liquid.

"Where is the blood, what is going on?" her face scrunched up in a frown as she focused on the large worried face of her husband that seemed to appear out of nowhere before her.

"Mandy, wake up, we are all here," she heard her husband say.

"Huh?" Is it really you?" She ran her hands in disbelief over his face and held it between her palms.

"It’s me," her husband replied as he cleaned her face with his handkerchief."

She glanced around and saw that she was still in the cell at the police station. She exhaled a gust of air from her lungs in relief, ’Thank goodness it was not that horrible warehouse,’ she muttered under her breath.

But with the relief, also came the sudden realization of why she was presently in such a place and her irritation mounted.

"Hurry up and get me out of here," she shrieked.

She couldn’t bear to be in this lonely cell.

"We are working on that, dear." Mr Beazell tried to make his voice sound soft and non accusatory as he possibly could. "But I want you to be honest with me. Did you do it?"

Mrs Beazell’s nostrils flared up at her husband’s words. "What are you saying? Are you also doubting me?"

There was no way she was going to admit to her crime. What will her husband think of her, not to mention her daughter who has always seen her as a role model?

So, like they say, attack was the best form of defense, she had to resort to making use of that weapon.