Chapter 80 Is Lucy Marjorie?
The wail of the police siren got louder, and soon enough, the cruiser pulled up at Lover's Lake. Two cops hopped out.
The second Abigail spotted the cops, she marched right up to them and jabbed a finger at Margaret. "It's her, it's Margaret Scott! She shoved Ella into Lover's Lake."
The cops followed Abigail's finger and saw Margaret on her knees, giving CPR to Ella.
"Let's go check it out," the older cop said.
"Sure thing, Officer Gray," the female cop replied, trailing behind him.
"What happened?" Gray asked, his voice deep as he glanced at Ella lying there.
"She fell into Lover's Lake and drowned," Lyle started to explain.
But Abigail cut him off, all impatient-like. "Ella didn't just fall in! Margaret pushed her! My friends and I saw it!"
She shot Steven a look, and he got the hint, stepping up. "Yeah, I saw it too. We all did."
The two cops exchanged a look, and Gray asked, all calm, "Is that so?"
"No way," Lyle said, frowning.
"Lyle, you got here after Ella was already in the water. You didn't see squat. How can you say Margaret didn't push her?" Abigail shot back.
Lyle snorted and pointed at Margaret with his sharp fingers. "Because Margaret's busting her butt trying to save Ella! If she pushed her, why would she be doing that?"
"Can't you see? Margaret's just putting on a show. Ella's already dead, and Margaret's pretending to save her to clear her name," Abigail sneered. "CPR on a dead person. What a joke!"
"Stop bickering. She's not dead yet. There's still hope," Margaret said, frowning. With another hard push, Ella coughed up a mouthful of water.
Abigail was stunned for a sec. Maybe Ella wasn't dead after all?
But then she thought, Ella was hell-bent on taking Margaret down. Even if she woke up, she wouldn't let Margaret off the hook. Whether Ella lived or died, Margaret was toast!
Just then, the ambulance rolled up, and the paramedics rushed over with their gear. "Officer, what's the situation?" the doctor asked urgently.
"This girl fell into the water," Gray said, pointing at Ella.
Seeing the doc, Margaret stood up. She was wiped out from all the CPR. Her chest was heaving, and she took a few deep breaths to steady herself.
She explained Ella's condition to the doc. "She's been in the water for a while. I've been doing CPR for half an hour. Her heartbeat's weak, but she's still in bad shape."
"Got it," the doc said, directing the paramedics to get Ella on a stretcher. After some quick emergency treatment, they loaded her into the ambulance.
The ambulance tore off towards the hospital.
Margaret finally let out a big sigh of relief. She'd done everything she could. Now, whether Ella made it or not was up to fate.
"Miss Scott, can you tell me what happened?" the female cop asked gently, eyeing Margaret. She had a gut feeling that a girl trying to save a life probably wasn't the bad guy.
Margaret nodded and was about to spill the beans when Abigail butted in, all fired up. "Didn't I just say it? Margaret pushed Ella into the lake. After Ella drowned, she pretended to save her and do CPR."
"Abigail, zip it!" Margaret shot her a cold glare. Abigail's face went stiff, and under Margaret's intense stare, she clammed up.
"Here's the deal: our company came to Lover's Lake to shoot an outdoor commercial today. While I was checking out the area, Ella suddenly rushed at me and tried to push me into the lake, but she slipped and fell in herself," Margaret explained calmly.
"You're lying," Abigail snapped, worried the cops might buy Margaret's story. "Officers, don't believe her. What murderer would admit to their crime? My classmate and I both saw it. Margaret pushed Ella into the lake. We're witnesses."
Seeing Abigail so adamant, Officer Gray cleared his throat. "Alright, in that case, you all need to come down to the station to make a statement."
When William woke up, it was already past ten in the morning. He opened his eyes and saw a fancy white crystal chandelier above him.
This wasn't his room!
William snapped to attention, his sharp eyes scanning the place. Where the heck was he?
Just then, the door creaked open. Lucy, wearing a red silk nightgown, sauntered in.
"William, you're awake? I made you breakfast," Lucy said, her eyes all dreamy as she looked at him.
"Lucy? What are you doing here? How did I get here?" William's handsome face darkened as he asked coldly.
Lucy gave a sweet smile. "This is my room. If I'm not here, where else would I be?"
"Your room?" William raised an eyebrow, totally surprised. Was this some kind of joke? How could he be in Lucy's room?
"You were drunk last night, and I brought you back," Lucy said, swaying her hips as she walked to the bed and sat down next to him.
William rubbed his temples as the memories of last night slowly came back. It was his dad's death anniversary, and he'd gone to the cemetery to pay his respects. He drank a lot in front of the tombstone and got pretty wasted.
But what happened after that? Oh right, he thought he saw Marjorie.
"Marjorie," William murmured without thinking.
Lucy bit her lip, her face going all shy as she looked at him with affection. "William, I am Marjorie."
"You are Marjorie?" William's handsome face tightened, his cold eyes scrutinizing her.
Lucy was Marjorie? No way!
Lucy nodded without a second thought, meeting his questioning gaze. "Yes. Do you remember when we were kidnapped together?"
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