Holding tightly onto Myra’s identification card, Sean was oblivious to Eve’s words. Just then, he got up from his seat abruptly and walked out the door without a backward glance.
Meanwhile, Eve looked on at his retreating back with a troubled look on her face.
As for Myra, she woke up from her nap feeling calm and refreshed, perhaps because she knew everything was finally settled. It was such a relief to finally be able to escape from the clutches of her lifeless marriage.
In her dreams, she saw Tony. As usual, he was gazing at her tenderly. Since this was a dream, she thought that it was surely fine for her to accede to his request; at least she wouldn’t have to face his disappointed look in her dreams. Hence, she mumbled under her breath, “Tony, I…”
Before she could finish off her sentence, she was interrupted by the noise of thundering footsteps clambering up the stairs. Before she knew it, the door to her room flung open.
Eve rushed to her side and called out, “Myra, you need to wake up!”
Her voice sounded frantic. Despite being in the loop regarding Sean’s plans, the sight of uniformed cops at her front door was actually quite frightening. She had a guilty conscience, so she was quite anxious; it felt as if the cops were here for her instead.
Groggily, Myra opened her eyes. Rubbing the side of her eyes, she lifted her head from the pillow and asked with a hoarse voice, “What’s going on, Mrs. Chase?”
Just then, Myra noticed the darkened sky outside as she looked out of the window.
Startled, she got up from bed slowly.
However, the expression on Eve’s face was one of bewilderedness. She looked at Myra and asked hesitantly, “Who were you calling out in your dreams just now?”
Prior to this, Eve was in a rush to wake Myra up. Hence, it didn’t cross her mind to doubt Myra. Now, as she collected her thoughts, she recalled the rumors she had heard from Lyla. As such, her face darkened. Despite knowing Sean’s faults and being perfectly aware of Myra and his upcoming divorce, she was still quite disconcerted at the thought of Myra entering another relationship before finalizing things.
Upon hearing Eve’s words, Myra pursed her lips and replied nonchalantly, “I had a dream about work-related issues. Why didn’t you wake me up earlier?”
Myra definitely remembered reminding Eve to wake her up in thirty minutes. Strangely, she felt extremely drowsy earlier and was completely knackered. She didn’t realize she had slept the whole day. Judging by the dark sky outside, there was no way she would make it on time to the Civil Affairs Bureau within the day.
Upon being questioned, Eve put on a grim look. She suddenly recalled her purpose of waking Myra up and the situation unfolding downstairs. Clenching her teeth, she uttered, “There’s someone here to see you.”
Soon after she said that, she turned her back to Myra and walked out of the room, almost as if it was the most natural thing to do.
Eve was lost in her thoughts. If Myra had actually cheated on Sean with Tony, then she was the one at fault here. Therefore, she was the one that owed her and Sean an apology. That being the case, all of their current actions would be justified; Myra deserved to take the fall for them. At this point, Eve thought of the previous conversation she had with Leo. He had cajoled her to stop interfering in Myra and Sean’s affairs. As a result, they were now headed toward divorce. It finally dawned upon her that he was actually Tony Hart’s personal assistant. As Eve came down the stairs, she looked on at the stern, impatient faces outside and clenched her fists tightly.
Meanwhile, Myra felt slightly frustrated. She wasn’t sure whether it was due to the moment of weakness she experienced in her dreams, or if it was because of Eve’s unhappy demeanor.
She freshened up and then hurried down the stairs. Along the way, she realized that her bag was not with her.
Just then, she wondered who it was that was here to see her. How did they know she lived here?
Perplexed, she walked down the stairs. As she stepped onto the landing, she could see the front door from her angle. In her line of vision, she could visibly see a couple of uniformed cops milling around.
“Miss Stark, you’re under investigation for the collapse of the Marina Bay Bridge that resulted in a few casualties two years ago. We need you to come with us to the station. Thank you for your cooperation.”
The person handed over the investigation report as his mouth opened and shut with each word he uttered. It was a bombshell dropped onto Myra.
Stunned speechless, Myra took a step forward and glanced at the report in front of her. She took in the stamp at the bottom of the report. With her mouth set into a hard line, she said, “Excuse me, but you must be mistaken! I don’t know anything about the Marina Bay Bridge project!”
“Miss Stark, do you work at the design department of Chase Group?” The cop speaking to her was quite impatient as he cut her off midway.
Myra clasped both of her hands together as she nodded. “Yes, I do.”
“Then, Miss Stark, are you married to Mr. Sean Chase?” He glowered at her as he asked that question.
Right then, Myra finally collected her thoughts after processing all the information thrown at her.
It was alleged that she was the one responsible for the collapse of Marina Bay Bridge which resulted in a few casualties two years ago. Why am I implicated? Why me??
She distinctly remembered that this incident happened about two years ago, not long after her marriage. However, as far as she was concerned, everything was resolved well there and then. Chase Group managed to avert the crisis. Soon after that, people were no longer talking about that incident.
But hold on… The current issue is that why am I implicated in this?
After a short while, the cops were noticeably restless as they waited for Myra’s response. One of them then handed over another report to Myra. “Miss Stark, as the wife of Mr. Chase and being one of the directors of Chase Group, we have sufficient proof of your misconduct. This document here indicated that you were the one in charge of the design and supervision of the project. Therefore, we require your cooperation and you will have to come with us to the station.”
‘This document here indicated that you were the one in charge of the design and supervision of the project.’ These words reverberated in her mind.
Suddenly, Myra realized how foolish she was. Holding onto the piece of ‘evidence’, she whipped her head back as she scanned the room to look for Eve.
At this moment, Eve was standing right beside the sofa. There was a mess of broken glass and spilled tea in front of her. Myra caught her eyes and noticed her flushed face that was full of anxiousness. However, she did not seem to have any intention of helping Myra explain the situation to the cops.
Myra gave a bleak smile. Obviously, she wouldn’t be on my side.
It was quite obvious that they had plotted this beforehand—she was supposed to take the fall for Sean.
At this point, she felt suffocated and she couldn’t quite catch her breath. She tried hard to take a few deep breaths, but death seemed to be creeping up on her.
Myra’s face was as pale as a sheet, and she couldn’t control her body from trembling.
This was the first time she had ever experienced such despair and loss of hope.
She never expected to be betrayed and targeted by someone she had previously poured out all her heart to.
“I guess this meetup today was just a ploy to stall me as I took a nap. Am I right, Mom?”
As Myra uttered the last word, she purposely dragged it on; it was full of sarcasm. As soon as she heard that, Eve turned deathly pale. However, she steeled herself to turn her back on Myra as she walked toward the stairs. “Don’t worry, Myra. I’ll make sure Sean bails you out as soon as possible!”
Get Sean to bail me out? Myra laughed hollowly.
She was hysterical as she laughed louder and louder. It was such an irony to her. At last, she stopped laughing, and the smile on her face froze as tears rolled down her cheeks. Her lips had lost all of their color. As Eve backed away from her, she looked on; Eve looked like she was running for her life. Shortly after that, Myra saw her figure disappear as silence loomed.
“Alright, I’ll go with you,” Myra pronounced with a quiet voice. Then, she turned around to face the bunch of them as she wiped away her tears.
If Myra had to describe the most unpleasant moment in her life, this would be it. At this moment, she was in handcuffs, and sirens blared as she was escorted to the police station. She felt like an actual criminal.
No, as a matter of fact, I am a criminal now.
It suddenly dawned upon her that there was another incident comparable to this.
During the Sunny Bay Project revolt, she was kidnapped and imprisoned in that tiny dark room. That was also one of the worst moments in her life. At that time, she longed for help, and there was a list of names that crossed her mind. However, she didn’t expect Tony to be the one that rescued her in the end.
