Raise Your Bastard? Nah, Reborn to Return Your Future Jailbird! - Chapter 65: Chapter 65
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The air instantly solidified.
Dad stared at me blankly, mouth slightly open, not yet grasping what I was saying.
But Professor Martinez shot to his feet, eyes blazing with understanding: "An alibi! A perfect alibi!"
A young officer's hands trembled as he pulled up last night's livestream footage.
On screen, my frenzied bike-smashing was crystal clear.
The time was unmistakable—8:10 PM.
I pointed at myself on screen arguing with the officers, speaking calmly: "At that moment, I was discussing with this officer how many days I should be detained."
Dad looked at the "crazy" me on screen, then at the composed me standing here, his lips beginning to tremble as light slowly returned to his eyes.
"Raven..." his voice choked, "my daughter wasn't lying!"
Behind the glass, Damon's face went deathly pale, his triumphant smile completely frozen into terror and disbelief.
Skye collapsed in her chair, trembling all over.
The Economic Crimes captain's face went from ruddy to purple-blue as he slammed the table: "Halt the transfer! Bring Damon Cross and Skye Rivers back!"
"Impossible!" Damon frantically pounded the glass. "She must have pre-recorded this! It's fake!"
Professor Martinez sneered: "The livestream is fake? The police station surveillance is fake? The testimony of dozens of officers is also fake?"
Dad couldn't contain himself anymore, rushing to hug me but being blocked by officers.
He shouted excitedly: "My daughter is innocent! She's innocent!"
The captain's phone buzzed frantically—the chief calling personally.
He answered, his expression growing uglier by the second.
"What? The news already went out? Retract it! Pull it back immediately!"
But it was too late.
Online opinion had exploded.
Countless netizens flooded the livestream, digging up last night's footage as evidence.
"This girl was clearly at the police station last night!"
"The timeline doesn't match at all! This is a frame-up!"
"Those two accusers are suspicious!"
I watched the panicking Damon and Skye, my anger finally finding an outlet.
The humiliation of my past life, the grievances of this one—everything erupted in this moment.
"Now it's your turn to explain." My voice was soft, but each word was razor-sharp. "Why did you frame me? Who's the real fraudster here?"
Damon's face was white as paper, beads of sweat rolling down his forehead.
Skye trembled even more violently, her eyes filled with terror.
The Economic Crimes captain spoke coldly: "Separate them for interrogation. I want the truth!"
Damon and Skye hadn't even made it out the station doors before two officers dragged them back.
Their expressions had transformed from victorious to terrified prisoners.
Skye's legs gave out completely, officers half-dragging her back to the interrogation room.
Click—the handcuffs came off my wrists.
Dad rushed over and held me tight, tears instantly flooding out: "Raven, it's Dad's fault. I almost didn't believe you..."
Mom hurried from the medical room, and the three of us embraced.
Soon! The truth is finally about to come to light.
Dad stared at me blankly, mouth slightly open, not yet grasping what I was saying.
But Professor Martinez shot to his feet, eyes blazing with understanding: "An alibi! A perfect alibi!"
A young officer's hands trembled as he pulled up last night's livestream footage.
On screen, my frenzied bike-smashing was crystal clear.
The time was unmistakable—8:10 PM.
I pointed at myself on screen arguing with the officers, speaking calmly: "At that moment, I was discussing with this officer how many days I should be detained."
Dad looked at the "crazy" me on screen, then at the composed me standing here, his lips beginning to tremble as light slowly returned to his eyes.
"Raven..." his voice choked, "my daughter wasn't lying!"
Behind the glass, Damon's face went deathly pale, his triumphant smile completely frozen into terror and disbelief.
Skye collapsed in her chair, trembling all over.
The Economic Crimes captain's face went from ruddy to purple-blue as he slammed the table: "Halt the transfer! Bring Damon Cross and Skye Rivers back!"
"Impossible!" Damon frantically pounded the glass. "She must have pre-recorded this! It's fake!"
Professor Martinez sneered: "The livestream is fake? The police station surveillance is fake? The testimony of dozens of officers is also fake?"
Dad couldn't contain himself anymore, rushing to hug me but being blocked by officers.
He shouted excitedly: "My daughter is innocent! She's innocent!"
The captain's phone buzzed frantically—the chief calling personally.
He answered, his expression growing uglier by the second.
"What? The news already went out? Retract it! Pull it back immediately!"
But it was too late.
Online opinion had exploded.
Countless netizens flooded the livestream, digging up last night's footage as evidence.
"This girl was clearly at the police station last night!"
"The timeline doesn't match at all! This is a frame-up!"
"Those two accusers are suspicious!"
I watched the panicking Damon and Skye, my anger finally finding an outlet.
The humiliation of my past life, the grievances of this one—everything erupted in this moment.
"Now it's your turn to explain." My voice was soft, but each word was razor-sharp. "Why did you frame me? Who's the real fraudster here?"
Damon's face was white as paper, beads of sweat rolling down his forehead.
Skye trembled even more violently, her eyes filled with terror.
The Economic Crimes captain spoke coldly: "Separate them for interrogation. I want the truth!"
Damon and Skye hadn't even made it out the station doors before two officers dragged them back.
Their expressions had transformed from victorious to terrified prisoners.
Skye's legs gave out completely, officers half-dragging her back to the interrogation room.
Click—the handcuffs came off my wrists.
Dad rushed over and held me tight, tears instantly flooding out: "Raven, it's Dad's fault. I almost didn't believe you..."
Mom hurried from the medical room, and the three of us embraced.
Soon! The truth is finally about to come to light.
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