Chapter 340

Since Bianca hadn't spilled the beans yet and it was going to take a while to grill her, she was tossed into the police station's holding cell for now.

Bianca looked totally worn out in there. She'd been in this place before, but this time was a whole different ball game.

This time, no cops were giving her any special treatment, and she wasn't in a private cell. Instead, she got thrown into a grimy cell next to a bunch of scruffy, stinky women.

These women seemed like they were all in it together. One of them eyed Bianca's fancy clothes with a mix of greed and mockery.

"Thought this place was just for us poor folks. Didn't expect to see a rich girl in here," one woman sneered.

Bianca gritted her teeth but decided to keep quiet. These women were way tougher than her; she couldn't take them on.

But her silence just made them bolder.

They surrounded her, yanking at her clothes and making snide comments.

"Check out this outfit. Top-notch fabric. If I wore this while working, I could easily charge an extra $200."

"I saw this in a high-end store once. If it's the real deal, it could cover your expenses for a year."

"Did you get busted like us? Where do you work? Who sent you? Maybe we know them."

Bianca couldn't take it anymore and snapped, sitting up and shouting.

"Enough, you bitches! I'm not like you, I'm not a hooker! I'm just here for a bit, and I'll be out soon! Stay away from me, or you'll regret it when I get out," she yelled fiercely.

But her outburst just made them more daring.

"If you're so important, how'd you end up here?" One woman slapped her across the face.

Fuming, Bianca clenched her fists but didn't dare to fight back.

"Look at you, probably some rich guy's side piece, sent in by his wife? You're no different from us, just a high-class hooker," one woman sneered, her eyes scanning Bianca's body.

"What's so special about your fancy body? Let's strip her," they said, closing in and tugging at her clothes.

"Stop it, you damn bitches!" Bianca screamed in terror.

Just then, the cops finally showed up.

"What the hell are you doing? Break it up!" A female officer swung her baton, hitting those hookers.

Feeling the sting, they quickly let go of Bianca and backed off.

Bianca clutched her chest in fear, her clothes already torn in several places, showing her delicate skin.

The female officer looked at her with indifference and said, "Come with me, we need to talk."

Bianca looked up at the officer, a flicker of hope in her eyes. "Is someone coming to bail me out?"

The officer shook her head. "You're suspected of murder, not exactly something you can bail out of. I need to talk to you about something else-your father has passed away."

Bianca stood there, frozen in shock.

In the interrogation room, Bianca clutched the phone, watching the video Dexter recorded before he died. Her hands shook, and tears streamed down her face.

Brenda stood across from her, arms crossed, her face a mask of indifference. Dexter's video pinned all the blame on him, making it seem like he was the mastermind and Bianca was just a pawn. But Brenda's gut told her it wasn't that simple.

"Your father said he forced you into all this. Is that true?" Brenda asked.

Bianca just sobbed, unable to get any words out.

Brenda opened her mouth, then closed it, feeling a twinge of helplessness. Despite her disdain for the girl who had just lost her father, she knew she had to show some basic decency.

Brenda didn't know all the details, but Bianca did. It had to be that man's doing.

Dexter, Bianca's father, knew she was faking being sick, but it wasn't like the video made it seem. It was all Bianca's own idea.

At the end of the video, Dexter mentioned hoping Bianca and her mother would live well, which was actually a warning from that man. If Bianca dared to threaten him further, he would make sure she and her mother joined him in death.

With a choked voice, Bianca asked Brenda, "Where's my mom now?"

Brenda shook her head and sighed, "We haven't found her. Neighbors said she seemed to have lost it, muttering strange things, then ran off towards the outskirts. We think she saw your father's suicide and it messed her up. We're looking for her."

Bianca let out a bitter laugh, which grew louder until she fainted.

"Damn it, get help!" Brenda shouted, calling for assistance to take Bianca to the hospital.

Meanwhile, John's medical team was running tests on Bianca's samples for a kidney donation.

The team already knew why John wanted the samples. From Bianca's reaction, it was clear the kidneys wouldn't match, so they were just going through the motions. No one was really paying attention.

But when Bianca's test results came back, the medical team was floored.

Meanwhile, after leaving the police station, John didn't head back to the vineyard. Instead, he went straight to a bar, drinking with a bunch of people to drown his sorrows.

Just as John felt himself slipping into unconsciousness, he got a call from the medical team.

"Mr. Williams, our tests show Bianca's and Isabella's kidneys don't match, but we found something unusual in Bianca's blood sample-she's likely pregnant," the head of the medical team said.

John was stunned, the glass slipping from his hand and shattering on the ground.