I Slept with My Boss and Ran Away

Gemma was the key witness in the entire incident. Her testimony could clear Justin of all the possible charges. Meredith knew that if she missed today’s chance, she might not get anything out of Gemma, maybe not even see her.

“Don’t be afraid, Gemma, I really won’t hurt you,” Meredith coaxed gently.

Next door, Tristan continued to shout loudly, telling Gemma to ignore Meredith and urging Mrs. Thatcher to take Gemma away quickly. It was fortunate that Tristan was paralyzed and Mr. Thatcher was not home. Otherwise, Meredith and Fiona alone wouldn’t have had the chance to talk to Gemma.

Worried about Mr. Thatcher returning and starting a conflict, especially since she was pregnant and more vulnerable, Meredith quickly called Linda to bring some people over. After notifying Linda, Meredith slowly began to question Gemma. The door was locked from the inside, so they still had some time.

Gemma was still sobbing heavily, while Tristan managed to grab a phone next door and had already called Mr. Thatcher. Hearing Tristan tipping off their actions, Fiona rushed into the room and yelled urgently, “Meredith, hurry up, he’s calling the old guy”

Hearing Fiona’s voice, Meredith crouched down beside Gemma, patiently saying, “Gemma, I just want to ask you a few questions. Your Uncle Ainsley is in trouble; the police will arrest him and he could go to jail. Only you can save him. Uncle Ainsley has been so good to you, don’t you want to save him? You’re his hero. If you don’t tell the truth, Uncle Ainsley will be done for. You call him dad, do you want your dad to go to jail?”

Upon hearing it was about Justin, Gemma gradually stopped crying. “What did daddy do wrong? Why would the police want to arrest him? Can’t the police just not arrest my dad? Daddy is a good person.”

“If you don’t want your daddy to be taken by the police, can you answer a few questions for me?” Meredith pleaded urgently.

Gemma nodded, “Okay.”

Meredith restarted the recording device and recorded a new segment, “Gemma, what’s your new daddy’s name?”

Gemma knew the answer and said in her young voice, “Ainsley.”Contentt bel0ngs to N0ve/lDrâ/ma.O(r)g!

“Why do you call Ainsley ‘dad’? Who told you to call him that?” Meredith continued.

Gemma answered slowly, “Daddy and grandpa said Uncle Ainsley is my new daddy.”

“How does your new daddy treat you?” Meredith asked.

Gemma said, “New daddy encourages me, buys me toys, and when I behave he even kisses me on my forehead. He likes to touch my cheeks the most.”

Hearing this, Meredith felt relieved. It turned out that what they said about Justin touching Gemma was just these innocent gestures. Mr. Thatcher had completely taken things out of context to frame Justin.

“Besides kissing and touching your cheeks, is there anything else?” Meredith asked. “Do you sleep with your new dad, and how do you sleep?”

These were crucial questions.

Gemma thought for a moment, “New daddy is very busy. He lets me sleep first; he sleeps on the floor, and I sleep here.”

Relieved by these answers, Meredith said, “Gemma, you are a really good girl. That’s all I needed to ask. With your help, the police won’t arrest your new dad.”

“Really?” Gemma, praised, her eyes brightened, very happy.

Children love to be praised.

“Yes, Gemma, you are the most amazing,” Meredith smiled and praised Gemma.

At that moment, a loud bang came from outside-it was the sound of someone smashing the door. Mr. Thatcher had returned.

Meredith dared not open the door. Mr. Thatcher was furious, and opening the door would definitely lead to a conflict. If she weren’t pregnant, she wouldn’t be afraid, but now, she had to think of the baby.

Meredith covered Gemma’s ears to prevent her from getting scared.

Mr. Thatcher yelled from outside, “It’s my family’s business, why are you meddling? Open the door…”

Despite his age, Mr. Thatcher was still strong, and his angry demeanor was particularly frightening. Fiona was also scared and didn’t dare to stop him, fearing she might get hit.

Mr. Thatcher, holding a stool to smash the door, looked so fierce that Fiona suddenly saw an opportunity. If something happened to Meredith today, it might easily result in a miscarriage, which would solve a lot of problems without needing another plan.

Thinking this, Fiona stepped forward to intentionally stop Mr. Thatcher, “Mr. Thatcher, please, don’t be rash…”

“Get out of the way!” Mr. Thatcher roared.

“Ah…” Fiona screamed tragically; she was faking it as Mr. Thatcher hadn’t actually touched her, but she pretended to be struck and fell to the ground.

Inside, hearing the commotion, Meredith naturally worried about Fiona’s well-being. Unable to see what was happening outside, she could only react to the sounds.

Hearing the scream, Meredith, in a moment of urgency, opened the door and called out, “Fiona!”