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After swiftly assessing the man’s condition, Isabella turned to the nurse and said, “I’ll arrange for some medication to be sent over. Ensure he takes it three times a day; if all goes well, he should be awake by tomorrow.”
The nurse blinked in surprise, but as she took in Isabella’s commanding presence, she thought it possible that the wealthy truly did have access to superior medicine. With a nod, she agreed. Isabella then made her way to Bennie’s room.
A dozen students huddled together, their wails filling the air, terrified by the grim scene before them. Bennie lay motionless on the bed, shrouded beneath a white sheet.
“What on earth happened here?” Isabella inquired, her voice sharp and commanding.
The doctor let out a heavy sigh. “The boy was in dire straits when they found him. By the time he arrived at the hospital, he had already passed away.”
“What happened to him?” Isabella asked the group of students.
The students shook their heads, trembling like leaves. One spoke up, “We don’t know what happened. When we woke up this morning, his door was wide open. We went inside and found him lying on the bed, covered in blood.”
Isabella had braced herself for some conflicts over the funding, but she never expected things to spiral so dramatically. Halting the financial support had proven to be the right call; these students were nothing short of cold-blooded monsters!
“Stay put right here. The police will be here to investigate this!”
The police arrived promptly, ushering the students away to the station, with Isabella tagging along. They remained oblivious to the flashing lights flickering at the entrance of the police station.
Jada quickly caught wind of the incident.
“Isabella took the students to the police station. Humph, is she really thinking of accusing them of something?” Jada sneered. “How ridiculous. They’re just students—naive and innocent. There’s no way the netizens will side with her!”
Betsey inquired, “Miss Riggs, what’s our next move?” Jada commanded, “Send those articles to every major media outlet!”
Before long, a tempest of controversy brewed online. In the police station, the officers had questioned the students but unearthed no valuable leads.
“We searched the hotel for clues, but unfortunately, we came up empty-handed,” the police officer said, his brow furrowing deeply. The perpetrator was not only cunning but also remarkably composed. Yet, the oldest among the students was Emani, merely 13 years old.
If Emani had been responsible, she would be nothing short of terrifying.
Isabella understood all too well that not just Emani, but every child in there was equally unsettling. They had grown accustomed to relying on the funds she had provided, lifting a finger, and when the funding stopped, they resorted to extortion. There wasn’t a single kind person among them.
“Thank you for your diligence in the investigation. I’ll reach out if I have any leads,” Isabella said as she bid farewell to the police officers.
As she made her way back to the office, the online news caught her attention. “Isabella Sent Children She Had Supported to the Police Station.” “Is Isabella Unfit to Be a Charity Angel?”
Snapshots of Isabella and the students stepping into the police station were circulating online, but the media, blissfully ignorant of the real story, jumped to conclusions. They painted Isabella as a heartless benefactor who couldn’t bear the students’ pleas for support and had turned them into the authorities. The online chatter erupted into a frenzy, with users lambasting her for her apparent coldness.
“Isabella earned the title of Charity Angel, and now she’s treating these students like this?”
“What a heartless person Isabella is! The Patton Group rakes in billions every year, and she can’t part with a little for charity?”
The torrent of abusive comments surged.
However, whispers of charity scams also began to circulate swiftly. There were countless tales of fraudulent acts within the country’s charity sector, now interspersed with news criticizing Isabella. Suddenly, people online found themselves uncertain of what to believe.
“Honestly, I’m starting to think those students might not be as innocent as they seem. Remember that girl from that rural village who pulled one over on charity? Her family wasn’t struggling at all—they were living better than most!”
“Isabella’s doing charity, but she doesn’t owe them a thing. It’s outrageous for them to come demanding!”
“Let’s just wait and see—we don’t really know if the students did something wrong, which could be why Isabella pulled the funding. Sometimes students aren’t as innocent as they appear.”
Public opinion began to split down the middle, with one half criticizing Isabella while the other took a more neutral stance.
Isabella glanced at the news and immediately sensed someone had her back. It didn’t take long to connect the dots—it had to be Elaine. Her mother was simply the best.
Isabella’s lips curled into a warm smile as Andrew’s name lit up her phone’s screen. “Are you okay?” His voice was laced with genuine concern.
“I’m fine. Why so worried?”
“Those students aren’t kind. I’m genuinely worried they might try to hurt you.” Andrew sighed in relief. “Don’t worry. No matter how clever they think they are, they’re still just a bunch of kids!”
Isabella’s thoughts drifted to Hamlin. Before today, she had been blissfully unaware of who ran the YM Club, but now that she knew, she realized she couldn’t simply turn a blind eye to the club’s crisis.
Clearing her throat, Isabella inquired, “Are you familiar with Rosemarie?”
Andrew replied in a calm tone, “She’s the top female racer in the world of racing. Why do you ask?”
“Actually, I’m pretty good at racing too—almost as good as her…” Before Isabella could finish her thought, a palpable chill radiated from Andrew’s end of the line, silencing her.
Andrew’s voice took on an icy edge, more serious than she had ever heard. “You want to race?”
“I don’t,” Isabella stammered, instinctively backpedaling.
“I’m truly terrified of losing you. Racing is incredibly dangerous.” Andrew’s deep, gravelly voice was laced with palpable concern.
Isabella understood that the death of his close friend had undoubtedly cast a long, dark shadow over him. “I get it. You don’t need to worry; I won’t do anything that reckless!” Isabella reassured him gently.
After hanging up the phone, Isabella returned to her tasks at the company.
The online furor escalated steadily. When Isabella checked the Internet, it was awash with angry comments from the public. Several outlets had published photos of the children as they left the police station. The youngest was only four years old, and all appeared markedly sickly and frail, eliciting sympathy from everyone who viewed the images.
Reporters even managed to interview one of the children, whose face was smeared with dirt and whose clothes were tattered. Shockingly, the child said, “I’m sorry, Miss Patton, we just wanted to thank you. We didn’t mean to cause so much trouble. I’m sorry!” The young child bowed deeply to the camera, a gesture that moved countless viewers to tears.
“How could such a young child be at fault? Isabella, you’re heartless! They journeyed a great distance by train to see you, and yet, you had the resolve to have them arrested!”
“My child is about the same age. If they endured such a long journey to reach you, their families must be facing hardships. How can you be so heartless?”
“Give the children a chance to live, Isabella. Do you really want to watch them perish from hunger?”
With the manipulation of hired trolls, the online commentators’ emotions soared, and they collectively began to vilify Isabella.
As Isabella was reviewing the news, a knock echoed at the door. “Come in.”
Her assistant entered, escorting Emani, whose eyes shimmered, displaying no fear despite the tragedy of her companion’s death.
“Miss Patton,” Emani’s voice was melodic.
Isabella glanced at her assistant, who promptly exited the room.
“Why are you here? Haven’t you returned yet?” Isabella’s tone was gentle.
“Miss Patton, didn’t you promise to financially support one individual? Please, support me. Among them, my family is the most destitute. My parents are unable to work, and I am their caretaker.” Emani spoke with a heartrending plea, her eyes brimming with hope.
“I’ll have a seat first,” Isabella warmly invited Emani to sit on the sofa, offering her snacks and water.
As Emani sipped her water, she gradually unwound. Her eyes, moist with tears, fixed on Isabella with expectation. “Miss Patton, can you support me?”
“But first, I need to understand how Bennie died.”
“I’m not sure either. We woke up to find him drenched in blood, motionless on the bed,” Emani shook her head, her expression one of innocence and confusion.
“Bennie is dead. Aren’t you frightened or sorrowful at all?” Isabella’s tone was gentle, yet her eyes scrutinized Emani intently.
Emani clasped her hands tightly, her voice muted. “Miss Patton, Bennie was very cruel. He often bullied me because he was older, so I am frightened, but not that sorrowful. I’m telling the truth, Miss Patton. My family truly is the most destitute. Please, support me!” Emani implored, suddenly kneeling before Isabella.
“Stand up!” Isabella assisted Emani back onto the sofa. “Don’t worry; I’ll give it thorough consideration. For now, rest here and help yourself to some food, okay?”
“Okay…”
Emani, seeing snacks she had never tasted before, eagerly tore open the bags and began devouring the contents hungrily.
Isabella exited the office, carefully placing some snacks into a bag and handing it to her assistant. “Have the police check if this matches the hair found on Bennie.”
“Understood,” the assistant replied, departing.
Emani, with vigor, had never imagined such delightful flavors existed, and now she could savor them every day. She felt as though she were in paradise!