Victor glanced at Winona, lying on the bed, showing no inclination to approach. He turned to Yulia and asked, "Mom, what exactly happened? Winona said you ran into Yvette, and that Yvette had a gun and almost hurt her?"

Yulia's face fell. She remained silent for a moment before letting out a cold hum. She was about to explain when Winona slowly opened her eyes, perfectly timed. "Help! Don't kill me, please! I have a baby in my womb!"

Yulia's words were cut short. Robert, seeing Winona awake, reached out to embrace her. Winona quickly pulled back, giving Robert a sharp look. Robert's expression froze; he awkwardly retracted his hand, stepping back to avoid suspicion. He then turned to Victor. "Come here, check on your wife. What are you waiting for? Winona is so scared; don't you want to comfort her?"

Victor's fingers tightened. After a few seconds, he stepped forward, addressing Winona with a lukewarm tone. "Are you okay?"

Winona felt wronged. How could Victor treat her this way? Even Robert and Yulia noticed his coldness. Unable to express her anger directly, she spoke softly. "Victor, I'm so scared," and then began to cry.

Victor's gaze was icy, his lips pressed into a thin line. He stared at the crying Winona. "Stop crying. What exactly happened?"

Winona's face stiffened; her hands under the blanket clenched so tightly her knuckles turned white. "Dad, Victor, Mom and I were shopping at Skyline Plaza today when we ran into Yvette and Bonnie. After a few heated words, Yvette pulled out a gun and almost killed me and the baby. You have to help me!" She continued to sob, secretly observing their reactions. Robert and Victor's faces darkened instantly.

Robert kicked the stool by his feet and shouted, "What kind of person is Yvette? How did she get a gun? How could she be so cruel, especially when you're pregnant? Does she think no one can stop her? Where is she now? Didn't you say you called the police?"

Winona wiped her tears. "Yes, the police came and took her away. But it seems Yvette knows the arresting officer, and they seem to be on good terms. I'm afraid he might protect her. Dad, you and Victor should go. We need to make sure Yvette is punished."

The last sentence was delivered with particular emphasis, her teeth gritted, her expression vicious, though fleeting. Only Yulia, who had been watching closely, noticed it. Robert and Victor did not.

Victor remained silent, his eyes filled with sarcasm. "From what I know, Yvette is bold, but she doesn't meddle in things that don't concern her. She wouldn't just pull a gun on you for no reason. What exactly did you do?"

Winona looked up in disbelief, her red, tearful eyes full of accusation. "How can you speak up for Yvette? Are you saying I was causing trouble? Victor, how could you say such a thing? I'm carrying your child, and you're taking the side of an outsider over me?" She looked as if she might faint.

Robert quickly stepped forward, pushing Victor aside. "What are you doing? Even if Winona was in the wrong, Yvette shouldn't have pulled a gun! Come with me to the police station. I want to see which officer is on good terms with her and dares to protect her. This is outrageous! Who does that officer think he is, trying to run things secretly?"

He carefully helped Winona back into bed and started to leave. Victor gritted his teeth and followed, albeit reluctantly. Yulia, who hadn't had a chance to speak, tried to stop them. Before she could take two steps, Winona called out, her expression dark. "Mom, where are you going?"

Yulia turned. "Winona, why don't you tell the truth? You were the one who started the trouble and slapped that girl. That's why Yvette pulled a gun."

Winona let out a mocking laugh and smoothed her disheveled hair. "Mom, I advise you not to meddle. The fact is that Yvette pulled a gun on me—that's all you need to know."

Yulia, unwilling to listen to Winona's twisted arguments, was about to follow Robert and Victor to explain the truth. Winona, however, had no intention of letting Yulia interfere. "Mom, I'm hungry. Could you please go home and make me some rib soup?" She picked up a fruit knife and made a few threatening gestures towards her belly. Yulia immediately understood the threat. "You're a madwoman, Winona. You're completely insane."

Feeling she might lose her mind, Yulia quickly left the room. Behind her, Winona's eerie laughter echoed. Yulia couldn't bring herself to tell Robert and Victor the truth; she was afraid Winona would actually harm the baby. Reluctantly, she headed home to make the soup.

At the police station, Zane brought Yvette back. He glanced at the cute, round-faced girl following Yvette. "Ms. Zeller, what should we do with this young lady? Should she wait in the lobby or in my office?"

Bonnie, recognizing the lobby and hearing Zane's words, realized Yvette was likely here for another visit, just like last time. On the way, she had learned Zane was the Chief of Police. However, she was accustomed to seeing important figures around Yvette. She stepped forward, her demeanor sweet and polite. "Sir, it's okay. You don't need to worry about me. I can wait in the lobby. I'm quite familiar with this place."

Zane smiled and nodded, then glanced at Yvette, whose expression was blank. He lowered his voice. "Ms. Zeller, could you go to the restroom and call Mr. Chavez? Ask him to come over. Otherwise, this situation will be difficult to handle. If Mr. Chavez is here, we'll have a reason to let you go, right?"

Yvette raised her eyes, giving Zane a deep, indifferent glance. Her voice was low and casual. "No need. Let's just go to the interrogation room."

Zane paused, then quickly replied, "Ms. Zeller, you must be joking. What interrogation room? Just go to my office and wait for Mr. Chavez. You probably haven't had lunch yet, right? There's a great place nearby. I can have someone bring it back. How can you explain things clearly on an empty stomach?"

Bonnie thought, Wow, the service at the police station is top-notch. They even offer food. So considerate! She patted her small belly and spoke timidly. "Um, Sir, could you get me a meal too? Anything will do, just a simple box lunch."

Zane was taken aback. Is this girl for real?

Yvette tilted her head and asked in a fond tone, "Hungry?" Bonnie nodded vigorously. "Yvette, I'm a bit hungry." Yvette turned back to Zane and said politely, "Could you please order some takeout for my friend? I'll pay for it."

Zane was surprised by Yvette's kindness towards the girl. Their friendship is so strong, even I, a rough man, am envious!