The Ninth Bride (Samantha and Finley)

Chapter 397 Woman Like You Should Die

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Elain was on the verge of exploding with anger, but suddenly, she calmed down. Her expression shifted to one of panic as she desperately reached out toward Samantha, trying to grab her hand. However, her hands were cuffed, making it impossible to reach her. Samantha clicked her tongue and said, "So, this is your main personality speaking now, Elain?"

Elain, looking bewildered, asked Samantha, "I don't understand what you're saying about 'main personality. Please, tell these officers that I've been framed! I didn't kill anyone."

"Elain, I honestly don't know whether to praise your acting skills or criticize them." Samantha looked over at her with disdain. "You're a forensic expert, after all. Even if you didn't study medicine, haven't you seen enough to know the basics? Even though you put on a convincing act of having dissociative identity disorder, you're not aware that your act has serious flaws. People with dissociative identity disorder usually switch personalities only under intense stress or danger But just now, there was no obvious trigger for you to switch. So, Elain, do you really think pretending to be ill will help you dodge the law or evade the police?

Elain's face turned expressionless. "Samantha, I have no idea what you're talking about. How am I supposed to be faking an illness to escape justice when didn't even kill anyone? There's no need to escape from something I didn't do."

Samantha rested her face in her hand, tapping her fingers lightly on the table.

The rhythmic tap-tap-tap echoed in Elain's ears.

Samantha sighed. "As a medical student and a top achiever, do you seriously think that pretending to have a dissociative identity disorder is amusing, Elain?"

"What on earth are you babbling about, Samantha? I've told you countless times, I didn't kill anyone. Why don't you believe me?"

As Elain's agitation flared once more, Samantha sharply slammed her hand on the table with a loud thud.

"No. You did. You committed the murder and orchestrated all of this. You smashed my head and caused my injuries. Your father is the real culprit, and to keep your carefree life, you've dragged him into your scheme. Elain... you're something else entirely. I'm curious-why did you even become a forensic expert? Wasn't it supposed to be about speaking for the dead? Or was it just to perfect your skills in murder? If that's the case, then your heart is even more wicked than I imagined."

Elain fell silent, after which she said, "Samantha, if you keep slandering me like this, I won't hesitate to sue you for defamation."

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Samantha nodded calmly. "Go ahead then. Let's see whether I'm defaming you or you're lying, you murderer."

"You...I'd started to think you're personally attacking me!"

Samantha replied with a lazy tone, "I'm coming at you directly-you murderer, you venomous woman, ruthless snake. Someone like you deserves to die."

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