Secretly Married for 4 Years, He Regrets to Tears After the Divorce-Chapter 115: President Lancaster, Your Wife Is in Trouble

Chapter 115: Chapter 115: President Lancaster, Your Wife Is in Trouble

Wren Sutton’s feet felt as if they were filled with lead, rooted to the spot. They were too heavy to lift.

In a daze, she heard the sound of frantic footsteps.

Mrs. Marshall rushed over, her face panicked. A few friends who had come with her to the Quinn family’s full moon banquet followed behind.

"Maya!"

Mrs. Marshall’s shrill voice pierced the air.

Seeing her daughter lying in a pool of blood, she felt a heart-wrenching pain. Overcome with grief, tears streamed from her eyes.

"Maya, wake up! Don’t play this kind of joke and scare me. I can’t take it."

"Maya, Maya, my daughter..."

No matter how hysterically Mrs. Marshall called out, Maya Marshall remained motionless, facedown on the ground. The pool of blood beneath her grew larger, a shocking and horrifying sight.

The friends who had come with her were all aghast at the scene, their faces filled with terror and worry.

"How could this happen? Is Maya going to be okay?"

"Hurry, go get help!"

"Quick, call 911! We need to save her!"

Just then, Mrs. Marshall looked up. Her icy, hateful gaze locked onto Wren Sutton, as if she wanted to tear her to pieces.

"Wren Sutton, you pushed my daughter off that rockery. You’re a murderer."

Wren Sutton shook her head, defending herself. "It wasn’t me. I didn’t try to push her. She missed her footing and fell on her own."

"As if anyone would believe a word you say! You did this to my daughter. I won’t let you get away with it," Mrs. Marshall seethed, grinding her teeth.

Wren Sutton was frantic. "I didn’t try to hurt your daughter! If anything, she was trying to push me! I..."

Mrs. Marshall cut her off. "Save it for the police."

Soon, the Quinn family’s butler arrived, having heard the commotion. His expression was grim, his brow tightly furrowed.

’A bloody incident at a full moon banquet... What terrible luck.’

The family doctor followed close behind. After checking Maya Marshall’s breathing and injuries, he had a bad feeling.

"The situation isn’t good. Get her to a resting room immediately. Has anyone called 911?"

"We did."

The Marshall family and the Quinn family were distantly related, so the butler sided with the Marshalls. After arranging for people to carry Maya Marshall away, he immediately had Wren Sutton detained to prevent her from slipping away before the police arrived.

"Miss Sutton, my apologies."

Wren Sutton was alone and powerless, with no one to back her up. She couldn’t reason her way out of it and was locked in another resting room as the sole suspect.

She paced anxiously, her face etched with worry. She wanted to call for help but didn’t know who to call.

Soon, Wren Sutton heard the sound of an ambulance. Through the window, she saw Maya Marshall being loaded onto a stretcher. Her dress was covered in blood, and it was impossible to know if she was dead or alive.

Wren Sutton’s legs gave out. She sank onto the sofa, covering her face as her mind churned in turmoil.

’Maya Marshall can’t really be dead, can she?’

...

The arrival of the ambulance shattered the joyous atmosphere of the full moon banquet. The Quinns looked terrible; no one had expected such an inauspicious and unlucky event to occur.

Word spread like wildfire. Soon, every guest knew that Maya Marshall had fallen from the rockery, was severely injured, had a weak pulse, and was unconscious.

"How could she just fall like that? It’s not like she’s a three-year-old."

"She was pushed."

"What! Who would be so vicious?"

"That woman in the pink qipao, the one named Wren."

"It was her!"

"You can know a person’s face, but not their heart. Old Mrs. Quinn was so good to her, yet she pulls something like this in their home. She’s heartless."

"Exactly. To ruin a perfectly good full moon banquet like this... anyone would be furious."

Old Mrs. Quinn was indeed furious. To have something like this happen on her watch... If Maya Marshall woke up, it would be one thing. But if she didn’t, the Quinn family would also have to bear some responsibility.

Just then, the eldest young master, Miles Quinn, came over to comfort the old matriarch.

"Grandmother, Father has tasked me with handling this. I’ll take care of it and minimize the damage."

"I’m fine. Go comfort your wife and tell her not to worry. It’s chaotic out here, and the police will be arriving soon. Don’t bring the baby out; it’s bad luck."

"Yes, I understand," Miles Quinn replied.

"Also..."

"Grandmother, what else do you need?"

"Notify the Lancaster family. The police are on their way. They’re going to take Wren Sutton, and we won’t be able to stop them."

"Alright, I’ll call Uncle Lancaster."

When Theodore Lancaster received Miles Quinn’s call, he was so furious after hearing the news that he almost smashed his phone on the ground.

He never imagined Wren Sutton could cause such a massive disaster.

Not only had she ruined the Quinn family’s full moon banquet, but she had also offended the Marshall family.

Maya Marshall had fallen from such a high rockery. If she wasn’t dead, she was crippled. And the baby in her belly was surely lost.

Theodore Lancaster was boiling with rage. For the first time, he cursed Wren Sutton, "That useless fool, good for nothing but causing trouble."

He had no intention of stepping in to protect Wren Sutton. He was about to call Adrian Lancaster and let him clean up the mess.

But on second thought, his son was in Jadeport on important business and shouldn’t be distracted.

With an imperious expression, Theodore Lancaster put his phone away, having changed his mind.

’Since Wren Sutton is the prime suspect, let her be investigated at the police station. A few days there will teach her a lesson.’

...

Wren Sutton was taken to the police station for questioning on suspicion of negligent injury.

Another team of officers stayed behind to carefully examine the scene, collect evidence for forensic analysis, and review the security footage.

In an interrogation room at the police station, Wren Sutton sat in the designated chair. Across from her were a male and a female officer. The male officer conducted the questioning while the female officer took notes. The entire process was public, recorded on audio and video.

Wren Sutton’s attitude was proper and cooperative. She recounted the entire incident in detail, including every specific she could remember, holding nothing back.

"Maya Marshall and I did get into a physical altercation, but I absolutely did not push her."

"The security footage shows you reaching a hand toward Maya Marshall at the end."

"That’s because she had missed her footing. I saw her body tilting backward, about to fall. I reached out to grab her and save her, not to push her."

"On the rockery, you slapped Maya Marshall. Why would you then choose to save her?" the male officer asked, his question sharp and to the point.

"Because..." Wren Sutton said weakly, suppressing the pain in her heart, "Maya Marshall is pregnant."

’One incident, two lives. I couldn’t do it. I couldn’t bear to.’

...

Someone posted about Maya Marshall’s fall from the rockery online.

In the age of social media, information spreads like lightning. The incident blew up online, quickly hitting the top of the trending lists and staying there.

Thousands of paid commenters flooded in, all echoing the same narrative: sympathizing with Maya Marshall, denouncing Wren Sutton, and strongly demanding the death penalty for her.

Kevin Dawson happened to scroll past the post. By the time he finished reading, a chill ran down his spine and his palms were sweating.

At that moment, he and Adrian Lancaster were on their way to the airport, preparing for an afternoon flight back to Aston.

"President Lancaster, your wife is in trouble."

"What is it?" Although Adrian Lancaster’s eyes were closed in rest, he still exuded a powerful aura.

"She’s been taken in by the police on suspicion of intentional injury. A case has been opened, and she’s currently under investigation."

Adrian Lancaster’s eyes snapped open, his dark pupils glinting with a sharp, cold light.

’Something this major, and no one from the Lancaster family even bothered to tell me.’

"Intentional injury? Who did she hurt?"

"Maya Marshall."