Chapter 930: Chapter 930: Brought Down by Her Own Hand
"I didn’t." Sister Leah’s voice was noticeably weaker, lacking confidence.
Emma Winton clenched her molars tightly, seeing that she was at a disadvantage. Her heart pounded with tension, and her face no longer held its earlier calm demeanor.
Chloe Woods was even more panicked, her hands clenched so tightly that they almost drew blood.
Owen Winton’s expression was grim.
He hadn’t expected Hope Williams to find even a drop of blood, such strong evidence.
Owen Winton’s eyes shifted, and in a lowered voice he said, "Young Madam Lewis, what you said isn’t right. If you found out that this cleaning lady was bribed to falsely accuse, who can be sure she’s telling the truth?"
Owen Winton implied that the cleaner testifying for them had taken their money.
"Mr. Winton is right," Hope Williams smiled slightly and calmly looked at the chubby Sister Leah, "Who can be certain if someone was bribed or if they’re telling the truth?"
Under Hope Williams’ gaze, Sister Leah’s eyes dodged even more noticeably.
Emma Winton bit her lower lip hard. In this tense atmosphere, her breathing became rapid, and she clutched her chest, weakly asking:
"Haven’t you asked enough? I said we didn’t do it. I don’t understand why we have to be accused of this. I’m not feeling well and don’t want to talk anymore. Please leave first, Chloe? Chloe..."
Chloe Woods’ body trembled slightly, lost in her panic, failing to hear Emma Winton calling her.
In this state, she easily arouses suspicion, so Emma quickly patted her.
"Huh? Wha... what’s wrong?" Chloe Woods anxiously turned her head to look at Emma.
Emma Winton held her chest and lay down weakly, "Help me call the doctor."
"Okay, okay, I’ll call right away."
Soon, the doctor came in. After a series of examinations on Emma Winton, he said she needed rest and asked everyone in the ward to leave temporarily, not to agitate her emotions.
Wyatt Lewis gave a cold glance at Emma Winton, "Just keep pretending. The evidence is conclusive. Let’s see how long you can keep this up."
They all walked out together, with Aria Richardson walking last, her gaze lightly falling on Emma Winton and Chloe Woods.
Her voice was calm and indifferent, "Actually, the outcome is already clear. When Zoey Sanders wakes up, the truth will be revealed. Instead of continuing to deny, why not confess early and seek forgiveness?"
Aria Richardson looked at Emma Winton, whose eyes were filled with bloodshots. She hadn’t had a good time recently, had she? Committing misdeeds and fearing exposure, how could she live well?
Emma Winton scoffed, "Admit to something we didn’t do?"
Aria Richardson lowered her eyes and smiled faintly, "I still think you looked better when you were confident and believed yourself above the rest. How did you turn yourself into this?
Is the status of being the second Young Madam of the Lewis Family really that important to you? Actually, not necessarily. What’s more important is not admitting you lost to someone you never even considered."
Emma Winton’s eyes flashed with a peculiar expression, her brows furrowed even tighter, and after a long time, she twisted her lips into a cold smile.
"So it’s all your and Wyatt Lewis’s fault."
If it weren’t for them, she wouldn’t have ended up like this.
"Blame us? Blame yourself. It’s your competitiveness and unbalanced mentality that brought you down."
Aria Richardson sighed, "Take care of yourself. Days spent recuperating so comfortably are numbered."
Aria Richardson didn’t linger any longer and left.
"Bang." Emma Winton grabbed a teapot from the table beside her and smashed it hard against the door, shards of glass scattering everywhere.
Emma Winton’s eyes were blood-red, her chest heaving heavily.
Blame herself?
It’s clearly their fault! Blame Wyatt Lewis, blame the Lewis Family!
Why? Clearly, the more prominent the family, the more they focus on lineage, so why doesn’t the Lewis Family care at all?
She didn’t understand, she didn’t understand.
Emma Winton covered her face, but tears refused to fall.
"Dad, do you have any more ideas?"
They couldn’t possibly get through today’s ordeal. Those two cleaners would surely be taken back to the police station for thorough questioning.
Truth can’t be hidden, and lies can’t become truth. The more spoken, the more flaws appear.
Actually, the police probably had a rough idea in mind, but there were still doubts, so they wouldn’t rashly conclude.
"Dad, can you go to the police station and handle it?"
Owen Winton pinched his brow, "Can you be more realistic? On the Lewis Family’s turf, trying to handle the police, aren’t you just delivering evidence against us?"
The messier it gets, the more mistakes are likely.
Owen Winton had been tormented endlessly by this issue lately.
He had used every method, begged every person, and fabricated false evidence, but he had no more options. From here on, he could only leave it to fate.
Owen Winton sighed heavily, opened the door, and left.
Emma Winton hugged herself in agony, "Chloe, what should we do?"
Chloe Woods’ mind was never as sharp as Emma’s, and now it was completely blank. What could she do?
"I don’t know, Emma." Chloe Woods kept shaking her head.
Then, urgent footsteps were heard from outside. Having stayed in the hospital for a few days, Emma was sensitive to such sounds.
"Is something happening outside?" Emma quickly said, "Go out and see what’s going on."
Chloe Woods had just opened the door when she saw several doctors and nurses heading towards Zoey Sanders’ ward.
"Emma, they’re heading to Zoey Sanders’ ward."
"What?" Emma’s heart dropped.
"Hurry, go and see what happened."
If the doctors were rushing over, either Zoey’s condition had turned critical and they were going to resuscitate her, or... she had woken up, and they were going to check on her.
Emma hoped it was the first scenario.
It must be the first scenario.