Half an hour later, Dennis Williams showed up right on time.
The chief of police himself had been alerted and came out to greet him personally.
Once they led Dennis into the office, the chief was almost over-the-top polite. “Is there something important you need, sir?” he asked, a bit nervously.
Dennis sat down on the leather couch, crossing his long legs with an air of effortless authority. He explained calmly, “At the moment, Ms. Lewis is refusing to confess. So I figured I’d better handle this myself.”
The chief’s eyes widened. He didn’t dare slack off for a second. “So, Mr. Williams, you mean…?”
“I’d like to speak with the suspect personally,” Dennis replied, cutting straight to the chase. “Please make the arrangements.”
“Of course! Right away!” The chief hurried to comply.
The police officers moved quickly—within minutes, they’d brought Nora Lewis into the interrogation room.
As Dennis stood up, he turned to Camila Davis. “Wait out here with Lillian,” he said.
Camila nodded, watching his tall figure disappear into the interrogation room.
No one outside could hear what was said inside. But through the one-way glass, they could see everything—the body language, the expressions.
Dennis sat back in his chair, cool as ever, looking like a man who held all the cards. He was calm, collected, and you could just tell he was in absolute control.
Nora Lewis, on the other hand, went from stubborn and defiant to fidgety, then anxious, and finally, as the minutes ticked by, she broke down completely. She slumped over the table, sobbing like her world had fallen apart.
Anyone watching could see that her defenses had crumbled for good.
Sure enough, before long, Dennis got up—still looking as composed as ever—and walked out into the hallway.
He spoke to the chief without missing a beat. “Send someone in to take her statement. She’s ready to talk.”
The chief nodded and hurried to send in the officers.
This time, Camila Davis could hear every word through the open door.
Nora Lewis confessed everything: “It was Sandra Taylor who pushed me to take on Jordan Smith’s daughter as a patient. But during our talks, Sandra kept hinting that I shouldn’t actually help the girl—she wanted her condition to get worse. I... I ended up doing what she asked—mentally wearing the girl down on purpose...”
Camila’s hands shook with anger.
She’d always suspected something was off with Nora Lewis’s so-called treatment. And now she knew she’d been right!
That woman hadn’t been trying to help Lillian at all. Instead, she’d been hurting her, all while pretending to be her therapist.
Camila was so furious she wanted to storm in and tear Nora Lewis apart.
But Dennis must have sensed her rage. He raised a hand, gently stopping her. “Let the law handle this,” he said quietly. “She’ll get what she deserves. There’s no need to get your hands dirty.”
With effort, Camila nodded and backed down. “Okay.”
Even as her anger simmered, she couldn’t help but admire Dennis Williams. In less than half an hour, he’d managed to shatter Nora Lewis’s emotional walls and get to the truth. That kind of skill was seriously impressive.


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