My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna) novel Chapter 883

If I couldn't properly explain what was found in my bag the night before, the test results would really ruin my chances of getting out of here.

This incident had led me to believe that things were not as simple as I thought they were.

The policewoman shook her head with a frown. "Miss Reid, you don't need a lawyer to defend you just yet. You're still under observation."

"Since it's an observation, can I contact my family and tell them where I am?" I asked, looking at the policewoman with a serious face.

She stared back at me in surprise before she said, "Usually, that's allowed, but your situation is complex. We don't need you to inform your family for the time being, and it's for your own good."

"I don't need you to think for me. I need to tell my family. What does this have to do with you? While you follow your procedures, I will do my best to defend my rights. Is there a problem with that?"

I had not been in Asherton for a long; I had only been here for less than a month and I never mentioned my past to anyone.

Michael was the only person who knew me. I wonder who framed me.

Seeing how determined I was to contact my family, the police nodded but did not hand me the phone. Instead, I was sent back to the room where I stayed the previous night.

I was told that the police would attend to me soon, so I waited in the room for about ten minutes.

Then, the door opened, and a policewoman came in with a plate in her hand.

She looked at me and said, "This is breakfast." She then put the porridge and fried breadsticks on the table.

After a pause, she said, "Please return the phone immediately after you contact your family. This is my job, and I hope you won't make things difficult for me."

I pursed my lips in silence. Everything that was normal before had become abnormal under these circumstances.

The policewoman left and the door got locked with a 'click'.

I sat on the bed and looked at the porridge on the table. I hesitated for a moment before eating it. I had to stay strong in a situation like this.

I felt sleepy after eating the porridge; perhaps because I had not slept at all the night before.

It didn't take long for me to fall into slumber on the bed. As I slept, I could've sworn I felt someone injecting something into my body.

My senses got triggered and I wanted to wake up immediately, but I couldn't open my eyes no matter how hard I tried.