Yvonne knew it was her aunt calling. It was over. It was all over.
The officer answered the call, and Dr. Smith’s furious roar came through the speaker. “Yvonne, you’ve ruined me! You stupid fool, the woman in 408 is the Chief's wife! Did you really dare to steal the Police Chief’s son? How could you be so reckless?”
Jacob whispered in her ear, “Talk. Cooperate, and you might get a lighter sentence.”
Yvonne knew it was over. Forget the money; she was going to prison.
“What… what are you talking about? How could it be…”
“Yvonne, you’ve signed my death warrant.”
“What about the baby?”
“I’ll have someone get rid of the baby. If the Chief finds out we stole his child, we’re both finished.”
Jacob’s eyes flashed with murderous intent. He gave Yvonne a look, signaling her to ask for the baby’s location.
Yvonne understood. She asked, “If he’s the Chief’s son, we can’t kill him! You have to bring him back quickly. Maybe we can still get out of this!”
“Are you crazy? My boyfriend has the baby. You want him to get caught?”
“Your boyfriend is a robber who just stole a child. He did all these terrible things on his own, what does it have to do with us? Just tell him to bring the baby back.”
Hearing this, Yvonne instantly saw a way out: shift all the blame onto her aunt’s boyfriend.
“Yvonne, you’ve destroyed me! You told me your friend was just an ordinary person! That we could get ten million just by taking the baby. Now we’ve taken him, but he’s the Chief’s son! They’re looking for him. If you make him bring the baby back, isn’t that walking right into a trap?”
“If he doesn’t bring the baby back, we’re the ones who will die! Which is more important, your boyfriend or our lives? You decide.”

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