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Elsa staggered, her legs giving out beneath her as she collapsed to the ground in a disheveled heap. John rushed to catch her, and she trembled helplessly in his arms.
“No… no, it’s not possible… My mom will be fine. If… if anything happens to her, I don’t want to live either!”
Her voice broke apart with each word. Blood trickled from the corner of her lips while tears streamed down her cheeks. She looked utterly devastated, a picture of despair.
Simon and John both stared at her crumbling state, eyes burning with anguish. The next second, their shouts echoed through the room.
“Lily, you really deserve to die!”
Simon was the first to lash out. His rage overwhelmed any shred of reason as he stepped forward, his voice laced with venom.
“Come with me to the ICU right now! If anything happens to Wendy, you’re not walking out of there alive!”
He reached for Lily, clearly intent on dragging her out by force.
“Simon, get out!” James’ voice rang out like steel, cold and cutting.
Even if he didn’t love Lily, James would never stand by and let someone lay a hand on her. He was about to step in and throw Simon out himself when Nancy suddenly raised her phone screen in front of everyone.
Earlier, Lily had quietly told her about the micro camera she wore. Nancy had asked for the passwords to her computer, immediately forwarded them to the butler, and instructed him to retrieve the footage from the accident.
Now, on her screen, was the video.
Simon was too consumed with fury to care about whatever Nancy was playing. He was still determined to drag Lily away-until a loud crash stopped him cold.
The sound of a violent impact filled the room.
Startled, Simon looked down. The sound had come from Nancy’s phone. He saw a delivery truck slam directly into a compact sedan.
The camera angle shifted, and Lily’s pained expression appeared on the screen. Her face was twisted in agony, her body trembling uncontrollably.
Clearly, the truck had hit Lily’s car.
Then another vehicle appeared from the corner-a burgundy luxury car. Simon instantly recognized it. He had bought it for Elsa, and recently, it had been Wendy driving it.
Before he could even process what he was seeing, Wendy stepped out of the burgundy car with two thuggish-looking men. The two men walked straight up to Lily’s vehicle, smashed in the window, pried open the door, and wrestled her phone from her hands.
“Give me back my phone!” Lily’s voice cried out in the video.
“Wendy, what are you doing?!”
John stood next to Simon, watching as the footage unfolded. He had always trusted Wendy and Elsa. Wendy had sounded so weak and heartbroken when she called Elsa that night. He had no reason to doubt her story-that Lily had been drunk driving and had run her over.
But now… he was watching a completely different version of events.
Wendy turned toward the camera, her eyes cold and venomous. Her voice echoed with malice.
“Lily, tonight, it’s not about what I’ve done. It’s about how you got drunk and ran me over.”
John’s body froze. His entire worldview cracked. In his mind, Wendy had always been elegant, warm, gracious-a refined elder he deeply respected.
He had never imagined she was capable of speaking in such a cruel, hateful tone.
Elsa was still curled up in John’s arms, quietly sobbing. She had been waiting for him and Simon to step in and avenge her. She never expected Wendy’s voice to come through that phone, soaked with spite and venom.
Slowly, she looked up at the screen. There, in the footage, was Wendy approaching Lily, her smile twisted into a grotesque grin.
“You’re lying!” Lily shouted. “You’re the one who had someone ram into me. I didn’t drink, and I definitely didn’t run you over. What are you talking about?”
A chill swept over Elsa’s entire body. Her limbs trembled harder.
She realized then-Lily had planted a micro camera in her car, and it had captured everything.
Her lips quivered. She lunged toward Nancy, trying to snatch the phone and destroy the evidence. She couldn’t let John or Simon see the rest of that footage.
She couldn’t let anyone else see it either.
If this video got out, Wendy’s carefully curated public image would be destroyed. She could even end up in prison. Elsa herself would be dragged down with her.
But it was no use.
Even if she smashed Nancy’s phone, Lily undoubtedly had backups. The video would get out. She’d be ruined.
Her hysterical reaction would only raise suspicion. It would only make Simon and John wonder what part she had played in all this.
And Elsa had a sinking feeling-
They were already starting to wonder.
Elsa could only swallow her resentment and unwillingness as she tightened her grip around John.
Just as fear clawed its way through her chest, Wendy’s voice came through the video again.
“Yes, I told them to crash into your car. You weren’t drunk. But the truth doesn’t matter. What matters is that everyone believes you were drunk and injured someone. That they think you deserve to die. That’s enough. Hold her down!”
Wendy then turned to her burgundy luxury car, retrieving two bottles of strong liquor.
In high heels and a gleeful, twisted grin, she moved like a vengeful specter. As the two men held Lily down, she cruelly forced the alcohol into Lily’s mouth.
Lily struggled with everything she had.
But the two men were far too strong, and she was already hurt. She didn’t stand a chance.
In no time at all, Wendy had poured both bottles of liquor down her throat.
Lily tried to lift her head, fighting to stay conscious. But the alcohol was too strong, her injuries too severe. She couldn’t hold on. She slumped forward, collapsing lifelessly over the steering wheel.
And Wendy wasn’t finished.
After instructing the truck driver to wreck her own car, she calmly opened a prepared packet of fake blood and poured every drop of it over herself, completely unfazed.
The video ended there.
But the truth was already laid bare.
Lily had never touched Wendy.
It was Wendy who orchestrated everything-she had the truck crash into Lily’s car, injured her, and then staged a fake drunk-driving scene.
The blood on Wendy had been fake.
She hadn’t been injured. She didn’t need emergency treatment.
She was never in critical condition,
She had bribed staff at the hospital to fake the entire situation and frame Lily.
And drunk driving that causes serious injury? A felony.
Lily would’ve been sent to prison.
The story had already spread like wildfire across the internet.
People were viciously condemning Lily, demanding that she be punished by law, calling her a heartless monster.
Wendy had wanted to ruin her completely-drag her through the mud, leave her humiliated and broken beyond repair.
“Simon, do you still want to claim Lily drunk-drove and nearly killed Wendy?”
The video had hit with such force that Simon stood frozen, unable to react.
At the sound of Nancy’s voice, he finally raised his head, face blank. Before he could speak, she cut in again, voice sharp as a blade.
“You still want to teach Lily a lesson? You still think she should die for Wendy?”
Her tone turned bitter with mockery. “The blood was fake. The injuries were fake. So tell me, Simon, which life exactly is Lily supposed to repay?”.
She didn’t stop.
“Next time you act, don’t be fooled by surface appearances. Look at the evidence. And this Elsa beside you… I understand loyalty. It’s fine to help a friend once in a while. But believing every lie she tells? Losing your judgment? Not knowing right from wrong?”
Simon’s face twisted in shame.
He had never imagined that the Wendy he’d always respected could be so vicious and cruel.
And just moments ago, to stand up for her, he had almost strangled Lily.
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