Milf Hunter: Seducing And Taming Beauties

Chapter 485: Hannah’s Heartbreak: Father’s Betrayal

Hannah, sitting beside her mother, looked up with wide, tear-filled eyes. "But Dad can’t be gay," she interjected, her voice trembling with emotion. "He’s always been so normal, so... straight."

The officers exchanged a glance, their expressions sympathetic. "We have evidence that suggests otherwise," the taller officer said gently. "We found explicit materials and communications on his devices that indicate his sexual orientation might not be what it seemed."

Julie’s face paled slightly, but she maintained her composure. "I can’t say for sure," she admitted, her voice barely above a whisper. "We haven’t been intimate in a long time. I didn’t know."

The shorter officer nodded, making a note. "We also need to ask about any changes in his behavior. Did you notice anything unusual or concerning?"

Julie shook her head, her eyes downcast. "Not really. He was always busy with work. I didn’t pay much attention to his personal life."

Hannah’s tears began to flow freely, her voice breaking with emotion. "This can’t be true," she repeated, her hands trembling. "My dad is a good person. He wouldn’t do something like this."

The officers looked at each other, their expressions softening. "We have substantial evidence, Hannah," the taller officer said gently. "We found the victim at the warehouse, and Elyas confessed to the crime. We also have forensic evidence that places him at the scene."

Hannah’s sobs grew louder, her body shaking with the weight of the revelation. "No, no, no," she cried, her voice a desperate plea. "There must be some mistake. My dad is not a monster."

The shorter officer placed a comforting hand on Hannah’s shoulder. "We understand this is hard for you, Hannah. But we need to follow the evidence where it leads us."

Julie reached out and gently pulled Hannah into a warm, comforting hug. Her own eyes were glistening with unshed tears, reflecting the dim light in the room. "We’ll get through this together," she murmured softly, her voice filled with a complex mix of pain and unwavering resolve. She held Hannah tightly, as if trying to shield her from the world’s harsh realities.

But deep down, I know Julie was acting. Her tears and comforting words were just a facade. She doesn’t truly feel anything for Elyas; how could she? Julie is mine, heart and soul.

Every part of her is connected to me in ways that words can’t describe. Her body, her thoughts, her very essence are attuned to mine. She belongs to me, and no one else can ever truly touch her heart.

The officers gave us a moment to compose ourselves before continuing. "We need to ask a few more questions, if that’s alright," the taller officer said, his voice gentle but firm.

Julie nodded, her grip on Hannah tightening slightly. "Go ahead," she said, her voice steady despite the turmoil within.

The questioning continued, the officers’ voices professional and measured, their questions thorough and precise. They asked about Elyas’s work, his habits, any changes in his behavior, and any possible motives for the crime. Julie answered as best as she could, her voice calm and composed, her answers thoughtful and considered.

As the questioning drew to a close, the taller officer looked at us, his expression a mix of sympathy and professionalism. "Thank you for your cooperation," he said, his voice filled with gratitude. "We have everything we need for now. You can leave, but we may need to contact you again if we have any further questions."

Hannah looked up, her eyes red and swollen from crying. "Can I see my dad?" she asked, her voice a whisper of desperation.

The shorter officer shook his head gently. "Not right now, Hannah. We’re still conducting our investigation, and Elyas is undergoing a psychological evaluation. We need to understand his state of mind and any underlying issues that might have contributed to his actions."

Hannah’s sobs renewed with even greater intensity, her body shaking violently with the weight of her emotions. Tears streamed down her face, her breath coming in ragged gasps. "No, no, my dad is not crazy," she cried, her voice a desperate, heart-wrenching plea that echoed through the room. "He’s fine, he’s always been fine." She repeated the words as if trying to convince herself, her voice breaking with each syllable.

With a sudden burst of energy, she pulled away from Julie’s embrace and ran out of the station, her sobs echoing behind her. The sound of her anguish filled the air, leaving a heavy silence in her wake.

The other people in the station watched her go, their expressions a mix of sympathy and concern. Julie stood frozen, her own tears now falling freely, a sense of helplessness washing over her as she watched Hannah disappear from view.

Julie stood up, her expression a mix of pain and resolve. "We’ll go now," she said, her voice steady despite the turmoil within. "Thank you for your time, officers."

The officers nodded, their expressions a mix of sympathy and professionalism. "We’ll be in touch if we need anything else," the taller officer said, his voice filled with a sense of finality.

We made our way out of the station, the journey a blur of emotions and sensations, a symphony of light and sound that mirrored the rhythm of our hearts. Hannah’s sobs echoed through the station, her pain and confusion a testament to the surreal nature of the situation.

I looked at Julie, my eyes reflecting a mix of concern and support. I wanted to comfort her daughter but didn’t know what to say, so I spoke up, my voice filled with a sense of determination and resolve. "I’ll go and talk to her," I said, my eyes reflecting my need to support and protect.

I ran out, meeting Hannah, who was sitting outside the station on the sidewalk, her face buried between her knees, her sobs a testament to her pain and confusion.

I sat down next to her, my presence a constant source of support and comfort, my words a reflection of my love and concern. "Hannah, I know this is hard, but we’ll get through it together," I said, my voice gentle and reassuring. "We’ll support each other and come to terms with what has happened. We’ll find a way to move forward and build a future that’s beyond our wildest dreams."

She looked up at me, her eyes reflecting a mix of pain and gratitude. "Thank you," she said, her voice a whisper of appreciation and love. We sat there, our bodies close, our hearts beating as one, a testament to the strength and resilience of our bond, a beacon of hope and promise for the future that lay ahead.