Inside the bustling interrogation room of the police station.
The butler from the Harris family clutched his chest dramatically, his voice thick with feigned emotion.
"Sir, it was her! She triggered Mr. Harris's heart condition! He's still in bed, unable to get up!" He paused, clearly relishing the dramatic effect of his words.
"She came at me out of nowhere, nearly giving me a heart attack myself. I'm over sixty. How could I possibly handle that kind of shock?"
Lola, sucking on a lollipop, couldn't help but snicker at the butler's theatrics. She met the eyes of everyone in the room, unbothered by their scrutiny.
'Did they ever see someone full of energy, yet close to death?'
"How could you accuse me of a hit-and-run when we haven't even met this afternoon?" Lola asked, her voice cal
