Chapter 927: Chapter 927: Identified on the Spot
Emma nodded, and Chloe immediately called Owen Winton.
Wyatt and the others took the cleaner back to the hospital when Aria Richardson’s phone rang. It was Hope Williams.
"Hello, Hope."
"How are things on your end?"
"We’ve already returned to the hospital. A cleaner saw Emma and Chloe kidnapping Zoey, and the cleaner also has two hundred thousand in cash, which Emma and Chloe gave as hush money," Aria quickly recounted the events to Hope.
"Is that all?"
"Yeah, this should be enough to convict Emma and Chloe, right?"
Hope pondered for a moment, "Not necessarily. It’s just a cleaner’s word against theirs. They’ll find room for rebuttal, and as for the two hundred thousand cash, they wouldn’t be so stupid as to withdraw it from their own account... Keep this evidence for now, and don’t go to Emma just yet."
"Huh?" Aria seemed troubled, "But Joseph Sanders and Wyatt have already taken the cleaner aunt to Emma’s hospital room."
Hope hesitated for a moment, "Then call the police, let them preserve the evidence. I just dropped Luke and Willow home, I’ll be over soon."
"Don’t worry, we’ve already notified the police."
"Alright."
...
Owen Winton had already returned to Emma’s hospital room, where Emma, with reddened eyes, looked at Owen, "Dad."
Owen didn’t have time to cater to her emotions, his expression grave, he asked seriously, "Do you still have other evidence against Zoey Sanders?"
"Other evidence?" Emma thought carefully and shook her head, "No, Dad, why are you asking? Did something happen?"
Owen furrowed his brows, "I sent someone to secretly observe Wyatt and the others. They went to the entertainment venue and brought someone back. They’re heading to the hospital now. I think they found a strong witness."
Chloe’s heart skipped a beat upon hearing this, nervously grabbing Emma’s arm, "Emma, it’s that cleaner, it’s the cleaner."
"Cleaner?" Emma recalled, and her face changed instantly, freezing like a rock, murmuring continuously, "That cleaner, that cleaner... Didn’t I tell you to pay them to keep quiet?"
Chloe quickly spoke, "I gave her money and told her to consider her family’s safety before she speaks or acts."
Emma clutched the blanket tightly, "Then why did they still manage to bring her out?"
Chloe shook her head frantically, "I don’t know."
Emma’s headache grew worse; her failure seemed inevitable now. Emma looked at her father, placing her hopes on him, "Dad... What should I do?"
Before Owen could answer, a commotion was heard at the door. Security blocked the visitors outside, "What are you doing here?"
"We’ve come to see your lady," Wyatt’s icy and sarcastic voice rang out.
Emma’s face turned completely pale.
"Dad, they’re here, they’re here, what should I do?"
"Don’t panic; it’s just a cleaner’s testimony. If they can find one witness, so can we." Owen gave Emma a look, then went out to deal with it.
Emma didn’t understand what Owen meant, but since he spoke that way, he should have a plan.
Emma held onto the blanket tightly, knowing she mustn’t panic at this moment, yet no matter how hard she tried, she couldn’t suppress the fear inside her.
Owen looked at Wyatt, Joseph Sanders, and the middle-aged woman in cleaner’s clothes at the door. He remained composed and asked calmly, "Wyatt, Joseph, what are you doing here?"
"Naturally, to have Emma clarify something," Wyatt said with a taut and handsome face, voice cold.
Owen calmly smiled, "What needs such urgency? It’s only the third day after Emma’s accident; her body is still weak and needs rest. Whatever it is, let’s talk about it later."
Owen had no intention of letting them in.
Wyatt, "Is that so? Don’t worry; we won’t disturb her for long."
Wyatt and the others were determined to enter, and Owen raised his hand to block them, "Wyatt, do you really have to be this relentless?"
Wyatt looked at Owen coldly, "The one being relentless is your daughter, not me."
Owen said in a deep voice, "Emma never intended to harm you. If she had wanted to, you would already be in a grave."
"Is that so? Should I be grateful she spared me?" Wyatt mercilessly pushed past Owen, leading the group inside with large strides.
Owen’s expression turned cold. He checked the time on his watch before turning and entering the room.
Emma sat on the hospital bed, having forced herself to calm down.
Knowing she had to face this eventually, she glanced at Owen.
Owen gave her an inaudible nod.
Emma withdrew her gaze, eyes coldly watching the approaching group, filled with nothing but resentment and unwillingness as she looked at Wyatt.
In hindsight, if she’d had the chance back then, it would’ve been quicker to just run him over and kill him, rather than give them a chance to come condemn her.
As for Zoey Sanders, she should have been more ruthless and killed her outright instead of letting her go, which would’ve been cleaner.
Emma looked at Wyatt, speaking in a serene tone, "What are you doing here?"
"Isn’t this familiar?"
The bodyguard brought the cleaner aunt forward.
Emma’s brow subtly knitted together, despite being mentally prepared, her inner fear was undeniable.
"I don’t recognize her." Emma’s expression quickly steadied, "Why are you bringing a cleaner into my hospital room?"
Joseph Sanders glanced at the cleaner aunt, "Tell us what you saw."
The cleaner repeated what she had previously told them, word for word.
Joseph Sanders glanced at Emma and Chloe, then turned to the cleaner aunt, "Did you clearly see that it was them?"
The cleaner nodded firmly, "Yes, it was those two. At the time, they dragged a girl into the warehouse. I saw it clearly."