Chapter 6
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"You don't have any evidence! You can't just attack us in public—everyone is watching!" Ella shrieked.
Upon hearing that and seeing the crowd holding up their phones to live-stream the whole incident, Victor slowly loosened his grip on the baseball bat and said through gritted teeth, "You want evidence, huh? I'll make sure you'll regret it for the rest of your lives once I get my hands on that evidence!"
Having said that, Victor walked up to me and nodded slightly, his eyes filled with remorse. "I'm so sorry for doubting you, Yvonne. You saved Wanda's life, and for that, you'll forever be a benefactor to the Lawson family.
"I'll never forget this debt of gratitude, so from now onward, your life is our priority, Yvonne. If you have anything you want, just ask, and I'll provide it without a second thought if it's within my power."
Ella's and Joseph's faces instantly drained of all color. They knew exactly what this meant—from that moment forward, I would be under the protection of an overwhelming power beyond their imagination. They, on the other hand, were beyond saving.
I met his gaze, but the pain in my throat was too sharp for words. I couldn't speak, so I simply shook my head to tell him that the debt wasn't necessary.
It was then that Wanda, supported by a nurse, forced herself to speak again with unshakable resolve. It was faint, but it possessed an undeniable clarity. "I-I have evidence, Dad… I-I recorded everything…"
She pointed a shaky finger at the pocket of her boot camp fatigues, and the bodyguard promptly went over, reached inside the pocket, and pulled out a digital recorder. Its red indicator light was still pulsing dimly.
Victor's gaze sharpened instantly. He snatched the recorder and hit the play button without hesitation—the audio played back, every word crystal clear.
Ella's voice was laced with malice as she snarled, "It's funny how she's usually fine until it's time for the outdoor orientation boot camp. Who are you putting on this performance for, Wanda?"
Joseph snapped with icy indifference, "You'd better get lost if you're going to play possum! You're just dragging us down with you!"
Ella's voice was full of arrogance as she tried to force me to my knees. "You refuse to grovel, huh? If you don't, I'll smash this pathetic bottle under my boot! I'll let that faking bitch breathe her last right now!"
"Excellent! You really are a pathetic, submissive little thing, aren't you, Yvonne?"
"If she's just going to play sick, she should just drop dead and get it over with. She's just a waste of space here."
Joseph's heartless command as he told the student athletes to strap us to the roof of the ambulance rang out, "You lot! Get over here—grab Wanda and Yvonne, lift them onto the roof of the ambulance, and strap them down!"
That audio playing from the recording device was like a resounding blow to Joseph's and Ella's faces, utterly shredding any remaining chance they had to offer an excuse.
"It's not true! It's all fake! Yvonne is framing us!" Ella shrieked hysterically like a madwoman. She then threw herself toward Victor in a desperate attempt to seize the recording device.
"Get them!" Victor commanded coldly.
Upon hearing that, the bodyguards moved with lightning speed. Ella and Joseph were forced back to the ground and held fast like dead weight.
"Please spare me, Mr. Lawson! It was all Ella's doing—she's the one who egged me on and forced me to do it!" Joseph collapsed into a sobbing mess, hysterically shifting the blame to Ella while weeping uncontrollably.
"You bastard!" Ella lashed back in a frenzy.
They fell into a desperate cycle of mutual blame, tearing each other apart with insults and accusations and revealing their hideous sides.
