Her Unborn Baby’s Voice Chapter 06

Her Unborn Baby’s Voice Chapter 06

Chief Monroe fell silent for a moment, then finally nodded. “All right. But it must be conducted under

surveillance. We’ll be monitoring the entire time.”

Jane pushed my wheelchair into the adjacent observation room.

Through the one–way glass, I saw Mary and Brandon, each shackled to an interrogation chair.

Mary’s face was pale, yet her spine remained rigid and unyielding.

Brandon, on the other hand, looked dark and volatile, struggling constantly against his restraints.

I maneuvered my wheelchair into the interrogation room alone.

“Looks like you’re both doing well.”

My voice echoed clearly.

Mary snapped her head up, a flicker of complicated emotion crossing her eyes.

“Jerry… your injuries…”

“Thanks to you, I’m still alive,” I cut in coldly, then turned to Brandon. “What’s the matter? Didn’t expect

me to leave that basement alive?”

Brandon sneered. “Traitors always have tough lives.”

“Traitor?” I moved closer slowly. “You mean the one who actually leaked the secrets?”

“What do you mean?” Brandon’s eyes flickered.

I deliberately turned my wheelchair to face Mary.

“Do you know? The moment you pulled the trigger that day, our child was crying out in my mind.”

Mary shuddered violently. “No… that’s impossible…”

“Why not?” I fixed my gaze on Brandon. “Just as real as the ‘voice‘ you’ve been so convinced of.”

Brandon suddenly grew agitated. “Stop spreading nonsense!”

“Nonsense?” I let out a cold laugh. “Then why are you so nervous?”

I pressed further, deliberately provoking him.

“Is it because of the secret hidden in your tie clip?”

Almost instinctively, Brandon reached for it. The moment he did, his face changed.

“Looks like I guessed right.”

I spoke slowly, deliberately. “That tie clip–aside from being our wedding anniversary gift–holds another

secret, doesn’t it?”

Mary turned to Brandon in disbelief.

“Brandon… is what he’s saying true?”

“He’s lying!” Brandon roared.

“Is that so?” I raised my voice. “Then, do you dare let them examine the inside of that tie clip? If I

remember correctly, when it was custom–made, we had our initials engraved inside the hollow layer.”

At that moment, the door to the observation room opened. Chief Monroe entered with a team of technical

staff.

“Brandon, please cooperate with the inspection.”

Suddenly, Brandon exploded. Even with his hands cuffed, he lunged at me.

“You’re dead!”

I had been prepared. With a swift movement, I rolled my wheelchair backward.

In the chaos, I deliberately let him tear the bandage off my arm, exposing the gruesome wound beneath.

“What’s wrong? Trying to silence me?” I shouted through the pain. “Because your use of an infrasound generator to fake the baby’s voice is about to be exposed?”

That single sentence pushed Brandon over the edge.

“What do you know?!” he snapped.

“I know you took advantage of Mary’s emotional instability during her pregnancy,” I said steadily. “You used specific infrasound frequencies to manipulate her perception, making her believe she could hear the baby’s voice. I know you planted a virus program on my USB drive in advance–just waiting to frame

me.”

Brandon burst into manic laughter.

“That’s right! I did all of it! That stupid woman was so easy to fool. She really thought she was chosen…”

He cut himself off abruptly, realizing he had said too much.

The entire interrogation room fell into dead silence.

Mary’s face drained of all color. Her body trembled.

“So… the baby never…”

“Never spoke,” I finished coldly. “It was all part of his scheme.”

The technicians stepped forward and removed the tie clip from Brandon.

After inspection, they found a miniature infrasound transmitter hidden inside.

The evidence was irrefutable.

Brandon collapsed back into his chair, utterly defeated.