Franklin Howard;
My anger boiled as I looked at the three police officers who were indirectly accusing me of trying to poison my wife. I couldn't blame them or refuse, so I picked up the spoon and ate the meal, ensuring to eat it from the top, center, and the bottom to show them that the food wasn't poisoned.
I knew that Natalie has no one, and it was only right that I care for her. Although, I didn't even know if the police officers had already gotten her something to eat.
"That's fine. Pack it up," the first police officer said, and I shut the meal cover and packed it.
I'm a billionaire CEO, but I didn't dress elegantly for these officers to know. I had to obey them, unless they wouldn't allow me to see Natalie.
"Come with me," the police officer stepped out of his counter and instr
