I was well-dressed, the wounds were covered as well, but I was just dumbfounded while being asked. My brain flies along with the words of the police in front of me.

“Miss, someone said you wanted the Graysons' wealth, so you planned it all.” The voice of the officer asking me was not loud. We are now in a room that is dark in every corner, with a light in the middle, while there is a table between us.

I just stared at him and tried to understand every accusation against me. For all the possible reasons, why is that? I will never be interested in Stanley's money. I would...