Chapter 310 The Caregiver Provides a Phone Recording
Chapter 310 The Caregiver Provides a Phone Recording
This post alone made the situation even more complicated.
But most netizens no longer believed Isabella.
Especially now that they knew Isabella wasn't going to die, they were even less willing to let her off the hook.
After all, whenever Isabella made a mistake before, people would bring this up.
It was always framed as a matter of life and death, always about driving someone to death.
"Isabella doesn't have stomach cancer, so you can't call me a murderer anymore, right? I'm the victim now!" — This was the most-liked comment.
The next moment, this person's username changed directly to — [Isabella Fake Illness Victim]
Immediately, many people followed suit.
So the comment section filled up with countless users sporting the username [Isabella Fake Illness Victim].
Meanwhile, those who were still Isabella's fans were busy trying to clear her name.
They argued that Isabella's post made a lot of sense.
"Isabella was deceived. This whole series of actions proves she's actually a very kind person."
Some even came up with conspiracy theories, saying Amelia was behind everything, that Amelia had teamed up with Veridian's organization, that Amelia had orchestrated it all.
Seeing this, Carl immediately jumped in to guide the narrative — "Isabella was very likely being controlled. Hasn't there always been a Veridian organization caregiver by her side?"
This was the message Isabella had just sent him, telling him which direction to steer things.
They needed someone to take the blame.
And the most suitable person was the caregiver.
Though Carl felt hurt and scared, he still did as told.
Because he knew that if he didn't, the person taking the blame would be him!
His heart racing, Carl suddenly felt very afraid.
If they could make the caregiver take the blame today, what about tomorrow?
Carl didn't dare think about it.
Elsewhere, Isabella's fans seemed to have completely stopped thinking for themselves.
"That's right, the more you think about it, the scarier it gets. Isabella might be sending out a distress signal!"
"Save Isabella!"
"That caregiver is still at Floral Haven, quick, let's go save Isabella!"
...
At the hospital.
Rhys came to an office.
Inside, Finn, Cleo, and Felicity were all there.
Felicity's face showed indignation, with hatred in her eyes for who knows who.
Finn and Cleo were frowning as they waited, looking serious.
"Mr. Finn Brown, Mrs. Cleo Brown, Mrs. Felicity Brown." Rhys spoke.
Felicity glared at Rhys.
In her view, Rhys had worked with Amelia for years — they were all the same kind of people!
But with Finn and Cleo there, she didn't speak first.
"Rhys, what's really going on with William's condition?" Finally, Finn spoke first.
"Mr. Brown, I can't explain it clearly. Let the doctor tell you." Rhys said, calling the doctor over.
The doctor came quickly.
He brought William's medical records.
They showed vomiting blood, fall injuries, plus the leg dislocation from before that hadn't healed yet, and so on.
"These..." Finn's brow furrowed tightly.
"The vomiting blood was from being too emotionally agitated, getting worked up, plus the patient has stomach problems."
"And these physical injuries are all external wounds."
"These issues..."
The doctor explained in detail. To sum up, with proper care, everything would heal.
Finn put down the medical records in his hand and looked at the doctor seriously.
"I saw something was wrong with him. When I talked to him, he barely responded." Finn said.
Felicity nodded too.
The doctor let out a long sigh and said, "We might need to consult the psychiatric department."
The group exchanged glances. No one spoke. The office fell completely silent.
...
Meanwhile, Isabella's fans had completely surrounded Floral Haven.
These people were in an extremely crazy state, holding their phones, copying Isabella's livestreaming, broadcasting their process of catching the caregiver to save Isabella.
The caregiver wanted to run the moment she saw the news, but since there had been a charity sale organized by Isabella outside Floral Haven earlier, there were many of Isabella's fans nearby.
The caregiver was blocked before she could even get out the door.
She could only lock the door of Floral Haven from inside, keeping the crazy Isabella fans outside.
"Come out!"
"You Veridian spy, come out!"
"Admit what you did and clear Isabella's name!"
...
These people surrounded Floral Haven, constantly pounding on the door.
Seeing the caregiver wouldn't open the door, they grabbed chairs from the side and smashed them hard against the outer glass.
After a few hits.
The glass shattered all over the ground.
These people rushed right in.
Carl saw this from a distance and immediately called Isabella.
"They smashed the glass and rushed in! They've lost their minds, someone might die! What do we do!" Carl said anxiously.
Isabella looked at the pale wall beside her, her eyes narrowing slightly: "No need to worry. No one will die anyway, don't worry."
Actually, what she was thinking was, it would be best if the caregiver got beaten to death in the chaos.
Dead people tell no tales. She could say whatever she wanted. Even if the organization didn't admit it, she could use being coerced by the caregiver as an excuse to get through this.
That way, all the responsibility would fall on the caregiver.
Knowing someone was livestreaming, Isabella immediately logged into her alternate account to guide the narrative.
In Floral Haven, the caregiver had never seen such a scene. She immediately ran inside and locked the iron gate.
Another round of door-banging sounds.
"Get out here!"
"Stop hiding! You feel guilty! You're scared!"
Outside were layers upon layers of accusations.
The caregiver thought, who wouldn't be scared! It was like a zombie siege!
Someone was already using something to smash the door.
The caregiver immediately called the police.
But even the fastest response would take a little time to get there.
At this moment, suddenly someone said: "Move aside, let me!"
The sound of a chainsaw came. Someone had gotten a chainsaw from somewhere and was going to saw through the iron gate.
The caregiver's heart was about to jump out of her chest.
Once they sawed through this door, wouldn't she be the next "culprit" they'd saw through?
These people outside who had gone crazy and lost their minds for Isabella were capable of anything!
Stall for time, wait for the police to arrive!
This was what the caregiver was thinking now.
So she immediately said to the people outside: "Wait, I have something for you!"
"What is it?" The person holding their phone livestreaming immediately said.
The caregiver opened her phone to today's recording interface, then pushed the phone out through the gap under the door.
Recently she had been making many preparations. She routinely kept a voice recorder in her pocket, and for particularly important things, she would use her phone to record as well.
Like what happened at today's charity sale — the caregiver had recorded it on her phone.
She had originally planned to use these things as leverage with William or York, to exchange for protection.
But now, she couldn't keep it hidden anymore. Saving her life came first.
First, the people outside would have to listen to this recording, which would buy time.
After listening, they would start fighting among themselves.
They might start fighting each other right outside, too busy to bother with her.
Finally...
"You love livestreaming, love acting, love falsely accusing others, right? Then livestream all this stuff!" the caregiver thought, half with hatred, half with satisfaction.
"You fans too — seeing all this and still refusing to realize you're supporting the wrong person, and you want to blame me."
"You forced me to do this!"
Outside the iron gate, the person holding their phone livestreaming grabbed the phone.
Saw the play recording interface on it.
Without thinking much, she directly pressed the play button.
And to make sure people in the livestream could hear and see clearly, she deliberately moved her livestreaming phone closer and turned the recording volume up to maximum.