Capítulo 952: Chapter 952: Malicious Framing, Poor Acting
Aria Richardson shook her head, trying to dismiss all the bad possibilities that were flooding her mind.
Waylon Lewis and Joseph Sanders pushed the door open and entered. Waylon had people organize and investigate the list of everyone present.
They found that those who looked like journalists were actually impostors. Clearly, these were Owen Winton’s people.
Now, they were already investigating the evidence of Owen Winton’s instigation.
Aria anxiously stepped forward and asked, “Besides these, did you collect any new videos?”
Joseph shook his head, “No, part of them were originally sent by Owen Winton to blend in. With the chaos at that time, it was hard to even stand, let alone aim a camera to capture anything. Even if some reporters recorded, they would deliberately hide it.”
“Why?”
Joseph replied, “Because anyone with eyes can see this is a war between two powerful families. They don’t want to get involved and risk retaliation later, so they would rather act ignorant and stay out of it.”
After all, no one wants to take the risk of putting themselves in danger.
Aria took a step back in despair, “No, the video is the most direct evidence to prove Wyatt’s innocence. As long as there’s even a glimmer of hope, we can’t give up. Can you give me a copy of those journalists’ list?”
“What are you going to do?”
“I want to go to each of those journalists and ask them again.” Aria didn’t want to give up.
Joseph handed her a list. They had already gone over it twice. Although there wasn’t much chance of finding anything, no one was willing to give up.
“Don’t worry, I’ll go with you.” Hope Williams took Aria’s arm.
Aria nodded.
“I’ll go too, take me with you.” Zoey Sanders picked up a coat, ready to go with them.
“You stay here and recover. Don’t cause more trouble.” Joseph grabbed Zoey.
“Let’s go.” Waylon Lewis held Hope’s hand, clearly intending to go with them.
As the three passed by Emma Winton’s hospital room on their way to the elevator, the outside of the room was noisy, with an unknown number of journalists standing outside, scrambling to interview Emma and Owen Winton inside.
Journalist: “Miss Winton, Young Master Lewis doesn’t admit to today’s incident being his doing; instead, he says you framed him. What do you have to say about that?”
“I have nothing to say, except to ask, since I’m already going to jail, why would I use my life to frame him?”
Journalist: “According to Miss Richardson, you resented Young Master Lewis, and that’s why you came up with a scheme to drag him down. How do you defend yourself against this charge?”
“I don’t resent him. It’s all my fault, everything is my fault. I don’t resent anyone. I know I was wrong. I just want their forgiveness. I really don’t resent them. I’ve even knelt and kowtowed to them. I don’t understand why they still say this about me, and I never expected Wyatt Lewis would finally stab me with a knife.”
“I thought I was going to die at the time. I was really scared. Now, if it weren’t for my physical condition, severely injured, with doctors and police agreeing to let me stay in the hospital for observation for a few days, I would want to go straight to the police station, because at least there they wouldn’t dare hurt me. Here, I’m afraid I’ll be stabbed by them anytime. I’m truly scared.”
Emma Winton, looking haggard, cried hysterically into the camera.
At this moment, Owen Winton sighed, drawing everyone’s attention to him.
Owen stood up, “After this happened, my daughter has profoundly realized her mistakes and has knelt and apologized to both the Lewis Family and the Sanders Family more than once. A few days ago, she even attempted to commit suicide by slitting her wrists out of intense remorse.”
Owen raised Emma’s hand, which was handcuffed to the bedside, revealing a scarred cut that was still shockingly apparent.
“But they still refuse to forgive Emma. If they don’t want to forgive, fine, but I really didn’t expect Wyatt Lewis to do this. We really don’t know what we need to do to earn their forgiveness.”
“The Winton Family’s power can’t match the Lewis Family’s. If they really want to act against us, we are utterly defenseless.”
Owen wiped tears from his eyes, appearing every bit like a father pained for his daughter, yet helpless and exhausted.
…
The three unexpectedly witnessed a pitiful act by father and daughter. Aria clenched her fists, almost unable to resist swearing out loud.
At this point, someone noticed their direction and suddenly shouted, “It’s President Lewis and Young Madam Lewis!”
“Where?”
In an instant, all the journalists’ eyes turned toward them, raising their cameras, preparing to surge forward for an interview.
Waylon furrowed his eyebrows, immediately protecting Hope. Security quickly arrived to hold back the journalists.
“President Lewis, as the elder brother of Young Master Lewis, what’s your view on the incident where Young Master Lewis publicly wielded a knife against Miss Winton?”
Waylon coldly replied, “Malicious framing, poor acting.”
The journalists looked at each other. Clearly, Waylon’s comment about poor acting was directed at the Winton father and daughter.
“So, you believe in your brother?”
“Of course, anyone with sense wouldn’t do that.”
With a “ding,” the elevator arrived.
Waylon had no intention of answering more questions and led Hope directly into the elevator, with Aria following closely behind.
The journalists continued to probe with their microphones, but the elevator doors closed quickly, leaving them no chance.
However, getting those few words from Waylon was enough.
Some journalists reconsidered; it did seem rather foolish for Wyatt Lewis to publicly assault someone with a knife.
Considering the Lewis Family’s capabilities, if they truly wanted to eliminate Emma Winton, they could do so without a trace.
Why do it so blatantly?
In light of Waylon’s remark of malicious framing and poor acting, the whole matter felt increasingly suspicious.
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The three got into the car. The list was detailed, recording every individual present. Excluding Owen Winton’s people, the others were legitimate journalists, all clearly accounted for by their newspapers and addresses.
Previously, the bodyguards were sent to check one by one; this time, the three went personally. Hope watched Aria’s troubled expression and gently patted her shoulder, “If it exists, it will definitely be found.”
“Yeah.” Having Hope and Waylon around reassured Aria a lot.