Lilah held her ground, not wasting a second on the waitress's pleas.

Seeing Lilah's determination, the waitress's eyes misted over, seeking sympathy from Gerard. “I'm truly sorry. The kettle was just too much for me."

Gerard, with a steely gaze, said, "Those details are for the police to hear.

Soon after, officers arrived, escorting the distraught waitress.

Lilah, steadfast, accompanied Gerard for medical attention, only to be called for another police statement.

But just as she wrapped up, the familiar police officer blocked her path. “Hold on. There's a twist in Adaline's case. She's permanently infertile, and fingers are pointing at you."

Lilah's voice held a hint of exasperation. "I've been through this.

Her situation isn't because of me!"

"Just because you say it isn't connected, doesn't make it so," the officer retorted. "Why keep pulling Mr. Harris into this if you're innocent? Can you even grasp what your sister is going through?"

His eyes were like a storm, filled with judgment and disgust.

Lilah, holding her ground, countered, “I'm not responsible. Why carry guilt for a crime I didn't commit?"

As tension thickened between them, the officer's phone rang, shattering the standoff.

From the strained expressions and tightened grip, it was clear the call wasn't pleasant. He bit back a sharp response and then declared with unwavering conviction, "I won't be manipulated by money or power.

Justice will be served." With that, he hurriedly ended the call.

He eyed Lilah with even deeper suspicion. “Relying on Mr. Harris won't deter me. We have a fresh lead-a new witness."

Puzzled and slightly unnerved, Lilah tried to piece together this unexpected twist. As she was ushered back into the interrogation room, a familiar face awaited her. Someone she least expected.

Standing before Lilah was her cousin, Bertha. While Lilah's gaze was as icy as a winter's day, Bertha's was darting, almost hesitant. Yet, something sparked in her, and she straightened up, seemingly empowered by a thought.

Bertha seemed to believe that regardless of Lilah's intimidation, jail would be Lilah's next home.

"Go on." The officer motioned for Bertha to speak.

Drawing in a shaky breath, Bertha began, "After the wedding, when the venue was practically deserted, the Lewis and Phillips families gathered to chat about some business. I noticed Lilah head their way.

It was suspicious; she's always been hungry for the Phillips Group.

Suspecting she wouldn't want the Lewis Group to get it, I decided to shadow her. What I didn't anticipate was witnessing Lilah shove Adaline." Bertha's voice caught in her throat momentarily. "Adaline fell, pain evident on her face. But Lilah? She seemed unaffected."

"Why didn't you come forward sooner?" the officer pressed.

Bertha hesitated, her voice softer. "Fear, I guess. Plus, they're sisters. Family matters usually get resolved without police, right?