Chapter 274 Your Daughter Will Never Be Able to Stand Up Again

Chapter 274 Your Daughter Will Never Be Able to Stand Up Again

After Cynthia and Beatrice finished eating, they headed out.

She drove all the way to the easternmost part of Rosewood City, where there was no infrastructure at all—just desolation everywhere.

The only thing was an oppressive prison, sitting right at the city's edge.

Cynthia applied to visit Wendy, but since her name wasn't on the visitor list, she had to call Augustus and ask him for a favor.

This allowed Cynthia to see Wendy under the identity of a government official.

In just one month, Wendy had lost a lot of weight. She looked haggard, with bruises under her eyes from being beaten.

It seemed she wasn't doing well at all.

When Wendy saw Cynthia sitting across from her, her eyes instantly filled with hatred.

But soon she thought of something, lifted her head proudly, and spoke to Cynthia with contempt, "Looks like you haven't been doing too well lately, otherwise you wouldn't have come to see me on your own, right?"

The package she sent to Emily must have worked!

"You're in prison and still so well-informed?"

Wendy blinked proudly, "Of course, I have my own connections."

"How impressive." Cynthia laughed coldly, "Then you must have also heard about Emily being permanently disabled, right?"

Wendy froze, her eyes widening as she stood up from the table, "What did you say?"

The guard beside her immediately pushed her back into her seat, warning sternly, "No sudden movements!"

Wendy shook her head frantically, "That's impossible. You're just trying to mess with me. I won't fall for it!"

Cynthia didn't say much more. She just lit up her phone screen and pushed it in front of Wendy.

"See for yourself in the news."

[The Lockhart family's adopted daughter Emily's current condition: shattered lumbar vertebrae, no possibility of standing again for the rest of her life, tragic ending!]

Wendy's face turned deathly pale.

How could this be! She had already taken all the blame herself just to protect Emily.

How could Emily end up disabled?

She loved beauty so much, was so proud—if she couldn't stand for the rest of her life, it would be a devastating blow to her!

"Cynthia! You must be the one who made Emily like this! How can you be so despicable! Just because you have the Lockhart family backing you, you bully Emily, a poor, helpless girl. You'll get what's coming to you!"

"I'm not the one who made Emily like this."

Cynthia deliberately steered the conversation toward the truth she wanted to investigate, "Originally, Emily could have continued living with the Lockhart family, but she posted photos online smearing me, saying I had connections with Thalassia's gangs. You know, the people from Thalassia aren't to be messed with. When she posted those photos, naturally, Thalassia's people targeted her. Just ending up disabled is already pretty lucky for her."

Cynthia told a little lie just to trick Wendy.

Sure enough, Wendy completely panicked. Guilt and self-blame threw her mind into chaos.

"How could this happen... I just wanted to help Emily reclaim her position in the Lockhart family. How did I end up hurting her like this?"

Wendy's emotions collapsed, and tears immediately fell.

She had put her entire life on the line just so Emily could be happy! But now... because of one package she sent, Emily was disabled for life.

Guilt and self-blame filled Wendy's heart. She could barely breathe.

Cynthia watched Wendy's reaction coldly.

"So it was you who gave Emily the photos!"

Cynthia could now confirm that the online controversy was all Emily's doing, just as she had suspected.

Getting this confirmation made it easier for Cynthia to take action.

After all, whoever crossed her, she would deal with them. But she would never wrongly accuse anyone.

Cynthia was somewhat curious, "Wendy, how did you get these photos?"

Wendy glared at Cynthia viciously, "You want to know? I'm not telling you!"

"Suit yourself."

Cynthia leaned back leisurely in her chair, "Since I can't find the source of the photos, I'll just have to take all my anger out on Emily."

"What do you want to do?"

"She smeared me like that online, do you think I'll just take it quietly?"

Wendy knew Cynthia's methods. She couldn't help but clench her fists, her whole body tensing with anxiety.

Emily was already disabled—she couldn't let her suffer any more harm!

"I'll tell you, but you have to promise not to go after Emily anymore!"

Cynthia said coldly, "You're not in a position to negotiate with me right now."

Wendy bit her lip hard.

"It was a fellow inmate of mine, named Eldon Soto. He gave me the photos."

"Eldon Soto?" Cynthia frowned, "Why would he give you these photos?"

"Isn't it all because of your fiancé, Augustus!" Wendy instinctively touched her arm, where she had been injured in prison before—it still hurt. "The Winthrop family gave orders for everyone to teach me a lesson. I lived in pain and fear every day."

"Until Eldon appeared. He knew I had offended the Winthrop family, but he wasn't afraid of them! With his protection, no one hit me anymore. He even sent me these photos to help me get revenge on you!"

Eldon was Wendy's benefactor.

Cynthia looked at Wendy's intense hatred and shook her head helplessly.

"Wendy, hatred will only lead you and the people you love step by step into the abyss."

Cynthia stood up. She had gotten all the information she wanted and didn't want to keep dealing with Wendy.

"Cynthia!"

Wendy suddenly stood up, "You think this is the end? This is just the beginning! Your days ahead won't be easy!"

Cynthia didn't look back and walked straight out of the visiting room.

Before leaving, she asked the warden for information about this Eldon.

Before going to prison, Eldon had been the CEO of Noble Build.

Noble Build used to be the world's largest construction company, having contracted landmark construction projects in various countries with very extensive operations.

But because of a construction accident that killed over a hundred workers, residents protested in the streets and boycotted Noble Build, which led to the legendary company's complete collapse.

And Noble Build's CEO, Eldon, was also sentenced to prison.

It wasn't surprising that Eldon had photos of Thalassia—after all, Thalassia must have had his business interests there.

But... why would he actively help Wendy?

Cynthia definitely didn't believe it was purely out of kindness. After all, he was a businessman—everything he said and did must have its own purpose.

But what was that purpose?

Cynthia dialed Zachary's phone.

"Boss! What do you need?"

"Help me look into Noble Build—who was involved in that construction accident back then?"

Zachary was always efficient. While Cynthia was driving home, she received a call from Zachary.

"Boss! I found it! The contractor for that construction accident was Noble Build, but the people who hired them were the Winthrop Group."

Cynthia's cold eyes narrowed.

So, Eldon actively helped Wendy because he held a grudge against the Winthrop Group?

Cynthia suddenly turned the car around, changing from the route home to heading to the Winthrop Group.

Perhaps there was more to that construction accident—otherwise, why would Eldon hold a grudge against the Winthrop Group? Could he have taken the fall for them?

She decided to go ask Augustus directly.

When Cynthia arrived at the Winthrop Group and had just parked her car, about to go upstairs, she heard a female voice behind her.

"Cynthia?"

Cynthia stopped and saw an unfamiliar face.

"Do we know each other?"

"I know you." The woman walked over. She looked like she had just come of age, with some baby fat on her face, but delicate features—big eyes and thick eyebrows, quite pretty.

"Cynthia. You're the one who stole my fiancé."