Chapter 87 Emma Is Framed as the Murderer
After completing the discharge procedures, the two of them walked into Giselle's ward together.
Giselle's parents, Ronald Laurent and Betty Anderson, were inside.
Giselle was leaning against the headboard, her face pale.
The moment she saw Emma, her grip on the bedsheet tightened.
Betty shot Emma a cold glare before turning her face away.
"How are you, Mr. and Mrs. Laurent?" Emma greeted them.
"Do you think we look well, Emma?" Ronald sneered.
"Mr. Laurent, I..." Emma wanted to offer some words of comfort, but Liam stopped her.
He gently pulled her behind him, shielding her with his body. "Mr. Laurent, we have other matters to attend to, so we won't disturb Director Giselle's rest."
He then turned and led Emma away.
Ronald suddenly snatched a bouquet from the table and hurled it at the back of her head.
Liam shifted his body to shield Emma behind him quickly.
"Dad!" Giselle called out.
The bouquet slammed heavily against Liam's back, scattering bright petals across the floor.
Emma looked up at the man shielding her.
"It's okay. Don't be afraid. Go wait for me by the door," he whispered, his brow furrowing.
"No one is leaving today!" Ronald shouted.
Two stern-faced bodyguards appeared at the door and blocked her path.
"What exactly happened?" Emma stopped in her tracks.
"Emma, don't play the victim!" Ronald's voice trembled with rage. "Why do you blow up the entire townhouse?"
"The townhouse blew up?" Emma looked at Liam in shock, then at Giselle.
Liam glanced at the scattered flower branches on the ground.
"After we arrived at the hospital, there was a gas explosion at Giselle's place. The police are still looking into the exact cause. It has nothing to do with you. Don't worry about it," he explained in a low voice.
Emma froze.
"Are you sure that I did this, Mr. Laurent?" Emma asked coldly.
"As a professor, your judgment seems to fall short when it comes to real-world matters."
"I'll handle this. You keep quiet." Liam tightened his grip on her shoulders.
"There's nothing to handle!" Emma glanced at him.
Betty rose from the bedside.
"Ms. Hayes, if you admit your mistake today, we'll let this matter drop."
Emma looked up at her. "Admit my mistake? Why should I? Show me the evidence."
"Just as I expected. That's the kind of upbringing people from the lower classes have," Betty snorted.
"The police's official report hasn't been released yet. There's no need for you to be so aggressive," Liam chimed in, his expression darkening.
"Giselle said the stove wasn't on! But the police found her fingerprints on the stove knob. If it wasn't her, then who else could it be?" Ronald said sharply.
Emma's mouth fell open slightly. Her burning gaze was fixed on the woman in the ward bed, who was playing the victim.
"Is that so? Are you sure the stove wasn't on?" Her voice turned cold.
Giselle swallowed nervously, but her face betrayed no sign of guilt.
"Professor Laurent, aren't you meddling a bit too much?" The voice came from David in the doorway.
He leaned against the doorframe, flexing his wrists.
The two bodyguards by the door were already lying on the floor, clutching their injuries.
Liam's brow furrowed deeper.
Ronald's expression changed instantly.
He stepped forward. "Mr. Johnson!"
Ignoring him, David walked straight over to Emma.
"You should rest well. Running around like this made me worried." His tone was filled with concern.
"There's no need for you to worry about my wife, Mr. Johnson." Liam's gaze was icy.
"David, why are you here?" Emma asked.
"Detective Kevin Martinez just called me. You might need to come back to the station to give a supplementary statement," David said flatly.
"Miss Laurent, you're a sensible one. Why are you in such a hurry to keep her here? Do you want to wrap this up before Emma uncovers the truth?" he pressed, furrowing his brow.
A flicker of panic crossed Giselle's face, but she quickly regained her composure. "Mr. Johnson, you've misunderstood. We simply want Ms. Carter to clarify a few points."
"Detective Martinez is waiting for you at the station, Liam." David's gaze shifted from her to Liam.
Liam's expression darkened.
He took Emma's hand and turned to leave.
"Thanks, David," Emma said before leaving.
The moment the two left, the ward fell silent.
The Laurent family hadn't expected David to come personally to rescue Emma.
"Professor Laurent, technology is advancing. It's time to embrace some new ideas." David kept his hands in his pockets as he looked at Giselle on the bed.
"Yes, yes."
"Mr. Johnson, I'm sorry. My parents were just too anxious," Giselle said softly.
"It's fine, Giselle, your professional skills are outstanding. Cherish them." David smiled.
Giselle nodded. "I understand, Mr. Johnson. I'll cooperate with the police to get to the bottom of this and clear Emma's name as soon as possible."
David nodded in satisfaction and turned to leave.
Giselle was furious!
Emma is just a small-time designer!
What gave her the right to have David supporting her?
In this circle, David was one of the most respected figures among his peers.
If she wanted to be Professor Grayson's student, David had the final say.