Chapter 433 Down-and-out Niamh
Natalie confessed, and the case proceeded smoothly. Finnegan escorted Ophelia out first while Landon interrogated Natalie.
"Natalie, regarding the murder of Dovie, do you have anything to say?" Landon asked, "Describe the whole process of how you plotted the murder in detail."
Natalie sat in the chair, staring at the TV on the wall hopelessly. The TV was turned off, but the images were still vivid in her mind.
Natalie asked, puzzled, "There was no surveillance in the ward, right? How did you get that video?"
"The wheels of justice turn slowly but grind exceedingly fine. Natalie, be honest," Landon replied without directly answering Natalie.
The video footage was all fake.
In order to break Natalie's psychological defenses, Finnegan put on a performance based on the boy's description. The individuals in the video were altered to resemble Natalie and Dovie using a face-swapping technology created by a software company that Finnegan oversaw.
After filming the video, it was edited by AI.
Thinking there was concrete evidence, Natalie stopped resisting and confessed to everything.
"That morning, I went to the hospital as usual to visit my sister. She woke up, realized Ophelia was her biological daughter and wanted to reclaim the company for Ophelia. In a moment of heated impulse, I had evil thoughts." Natalie's words were a mix of truths and lies.
She didn't mention Dovie's suspicions about Niamh's involvement, which was the reason that drove Natalie to harm Dovie.
However, in front of the police, Natalie claimed it was for the company, which was indeed one of the reasons .
Natalie confessed and was transferred to the court.
When Niamh came to the police station to pick Natalie up, she was informed that Natalie had already confessed, and the evidence was conclusive.
Niamh was stunned, her face pale. "What did my mom say?"
"Natalie admitted having murdered Dovie, the evidence is solid. She has been transferred to the court for trial."
Natalie collapsed. Niamh had no one to rely on anymore.
Niamh wasn't worried about Natalie's confession, she only cared about what she would do now.
Niamh couldn't return to the Parks family mansion as she was kicked out.
Finnegan had people watching her pack her things, and apart from clothes, Niamh couldn't take anything.
In just a few days, Niamh went from the high and mighty Parks family heiress to destitution, despised by everyone, even shunned by her circle of friends, some of whom even insulted her.
Niamh walked down the street with her suitcase. Suddenly, a downpour began, and she was drenched.
Pedestrians hurried past, and Niamh was knocked down, falling into the mud, looking utterly disheveled.
Seeing her sorry reflection in the puddle, Niamh couldn't contain her emotions any longer. She pounded the ground, venting her anger. "Ophelia, it's all because of you. You've ruined my everything."
Niamh lay on the ground, crying, cursing Ophelia, her eyes filled with intense hatred.
The rain washed the ground, soaking Niamh even more.
During her fall, one of her fake fingers came off, and as Niamh stared at the missing finger, she seethed with anger.
Clenching her fist slowly, gritting her teeth, she vowed, "Ophelia, Finnegan, I won't let you get away with this.
In a fit of madness in the pouring rain, Niamh slapped the water on the ground.
Suddenly, the rain stopped. Niamh looked up to see an umbrella held over her head.
As she gazed at the disheveled yet eager man before her, Niamh pleaded, "Mr. Stone, help me. I have nothing left."
Deacon looked down at Niamh and remarked, "You're truly foolish. No progress at all, Niamh. If it weren't for me, you would have been killed already because of Seraphina and Sybil.
With a determined gaze, Niamh looked at Deacon and said, "Mr. Stone, as long as you help me, I'll do anything for you. I am sure there is still something I can do for you, or you wouldn't have been here. Now, everyone is avoiding me."
Deacon smirked, "You are not completely stupid."
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