Jam looked determined, with malice in the corners of his eyes. "If you don't believe it, officer, you can ask this woman's mother, and she can testify for me. It was she who asked me out, and she turned the tables on me. This woman is crazy about money."

HMPH, little bitch, see what you can do this time?

Lucia lowered her eyelids at the thought of Lark, and a dark glint flashed in her dark eyes. She almost forgot that there was a foster mother at home who wished her to fall into depraved life. How could she have easily fallen into Jam without Lark's help?

Without Lark, there would be no Faye with a bright future either. Lark is one of Faye's biggest trump cards.

On the surface she's her own mother, putting on an air of hardship in front of others, but in reality she's Faye's biological mother, who sold Lucia as a tool to be toyed with for her own daughter. What a great motherly love!

Thinking of this, Lucia tugged the corners of her mouth with sarcasm. Well, let's take this opportunity to get Faye's two cards together.

Soon, Lark made a call himself.

"Lucia, are you looking for death? Jam, you dare to mess with it, don't you want to be an actor anymore?" As soon as the call was connected, Lark's furious voice came through.

After a long silence, Lark's tone softened a little more. "Lucia, you don't blame Mom for being too harsh. Mom is doing it all for your own good. You yourself have no background and no ability. What else can you do besides Jam?"

Lucia sneered inwardly. Was it for her own good? Lark is just paving the way for Faye. Jam is one of the investors in "The Song of the World", and it was this show that made Faye famous in her previous life and laid the foundation for her success.

It's a mother-daughter bond, and she's almost touched.

Lucia said sarcastically, "If you really do good for me, come to the police station and tell the truth. Your daughter was almost bullied. As a mother, shouldn't you be on the side of justice and seek justice for your daughter? Jam, I, Lucia, am settled."

Lark found it strange that Lucia seemed much colder to her.

Before she could think much, she quickly tried to persuade, "Lucia, if you offend Jam, how will you expect your mother to live? The two of us have no one to rely on. Be obedient. Just give in and tell the police that you did it voluntarily."

As Lark finished speaking, she heard a busy beep on the phone and Lucia actually hung up on her.

She was astonished, her eyes glaring. Did this Lucia take the wrong medicine? In the past, if she cried a little longer, Lucia would soften her heart. But today... So cold?

No, what about Faye's future if she annoys Jam?

Jam, convinced that Lark would help her, said arrogantly, "It's not too late to kneel and admit your mistake now. For the sake of your face, I can keep you from going to prison."

Yet... In response to Jam's "kind advice," Lucia leaned lazily on the sofa, not even bothering to give a look, while Steven had one hand in his pocket, very calm.

Seeing that he had been completely ignored, the threat just now was like a heavy punch on cotton, making him extremely uncomfortable.

Steven sat on the sofa without saying a word, and even playfully fiddled with his fingers, the knuckles curling up and hitting the hearts of everyone.

No one even in the police station dared to disturb him, with his flawless handsome face and the unintentional dominance he exuded, he had disturbed the hearts of many women.

He gave Lucia a slight glance and thought of the first time they met at the police station, when she was timid and blushed like a big crab... That self-abased and timid girl has grown up.

It seems that the mother-daughter relationship is not good, but whatever her mother says or does, he will do his best to keep her out.

Half an hour later, Lark arrived at the police station in a dusty manner. It must be said that Lark was a beauty still in her charm, with smooth big waves, a pointed oval face, and especially rosy lips, always able to stir up a man's hidden longing.

Lark swayed her figure and appeared before everyone. She affectionately put her arm around Lucia's shoulder and nervously inquired about her well-being, presenting a clear image of a good mother.

Isn't it about who's better at acting? Could it be that she's afraid of Lark?

Lucia burst into tears in an instant and stood in front of Lark, crying her eyes out like a pear blossom, in such a twitching manner that one really wanted to hold her in his arms to comfort her.

Lark is a good actress, because she is the daughter of a woman she is jealous of. Since childhood, she has been either beaten or scolded, and even made the young Lark beg for food in the dead of winter.

But Faye, for her own sake, would do anything to please her. She would do whatever Faye wanted.

I used to be too eager for family affection, too eager for Lark's affirmation. As soon as she cried a little, she would give in. In fact, she didn't consider herself a daughter or even a human being at all. If Lucia had seen through it, perhaps she wouldn't have ended up in such a tragic situation.

Thinking of this, Lucia's lips curled into a mocking curve and she gave Lark a sidelined glance, which happened to meet her gaze.

The pitiful and submissive daughter, who should have bowed her head weakly, became somewhat mischievous and forceful, Lark was stunned for a second or two, astonished. But when she looked back, Lucia had withdrawn her sharp gaze and looked as usual.

It must have been an illusion just now.

Lark, with a flustered face, half-bent over, looking like a little woman who had made a mistake, wailed and said, "Officer, I'm sorry. This is all a misunderstanding. Jam is a famous investor, and his character is trustworthy. How could he do such a thing?

Lucia, have you been under too much pressure from work or studies recently, so... Feeling a bit unwell? Just stop talking nonsense at the police station, okay?"

Lark secretly pinched Lucia's arm hard, gesturing for her to obey him, and then turned to pull Lucia away.

The police officers looked at each other, with a strange look in their eyes. How strange is this incident today? The daughter accused the investor of having ulterior motives, but the mother protected the investor. How strange!

Lucia's drooping eyelids concealed the dark light in her eyes, and she forced out two lines of tears, while her palm grabbed Lark's wrist forcefully, forcing her to let go. "Mother, I'm mentally fine. If I remember correctly, you reminded me to drink that glass of water. Then can I guess that you and Jam conspired to sell me?"

Given Lucia's sarcastic gaze, Lark's smile froze on her face as she quickly smoothed things over, "Lucia, what are you saying? How could mom harm you?"

What's wrong with her today? She looks like a different person. Could it be that she's been bewitched by someone, or is she trying to get her attention by causing trouble as she did before?