Chapter 81 Make the Bitch Explain the Reason
"Why is she still here?" Emily's voice quivered, her discomfort palpable as if she might collapse at any moment.
Under usual circumstances, her family would be rushing to her side, desperate to ensure her well-being. But now, their gazes remained cold, unmoving.
Emily, her eyes reddened, pleaded, "I really don't want to see her. Can you tell her to go away?"
She wielded her vulnerability like a weapon, seeking to garner sympathy and attention. Swaying slightly, she appeared on the verge of fainting, certain they couldn't ignore her plight.
"Why are you accusing Cecilia?" Caspian's roar reverberated through the hall, shaking everyone to their core.
Emily, caught off guard, abandoned her pretense of fainting, staring blankly at her father. It was the first time Caspian had ever unleashed such fury upon her.
Tears streamed down her cheeks, and she looked utterly aggrieved. "Dad, I'm not accusing Cecilia. I truly believe she didn't kill Pamela, but after what happened between her and Pamela yesterday, I couldn't help where my mind went. I know it has nothing to do with her, but I feel so wretched and can't control my thoughts."
Emily's tear-streaked face evoked pity, but the room remained unmoved, watching her performance unfold.
"You are still not telling the truth!" Caspian's voice trembled with rage.
The disparity between Emily's calculated demeanor now and the ruthless voice on the recording ignited his fury. He couldn't fathom his daughter harboring such cruelty in areas he couldn't see. Their indulgence had fostered this despicable persona.
"Fine, I won't blame Cecilia." Emily cried miserably. "I'll go back to my room now. I won't say anything anymore. It's all my fault. I'm the one making things difficult for everyone."
She turned away, feigning self-reproach and agony. Had they not known her true nature, her act might have been convincing.
"Emily! You killed Pamela; how long are you going to keep pretending?" Caspian’s hand trembled with the urge to slap her.
Emily stood silent, stunned by her father’s accusation. This was entirely beyond her realm of expectation.
"You are still not admitting it!" Caspian roared, his patience frayed.
Emily's gaze shifted to Anna, who trembled under the weight of Emily’s stare, too frightened to hold eye contact.
"Anna has told us everything. How long will you continue this charade?" Caspian shouted. The realization that his supposedly angelic daughter was capable of such malice was a profound disgrace.
"What did Anna say?" Emily's voice maintained an innocent facade, eyes still red. Even as the walls closed in on her, she remained composed, a trait Cecilia couldn’t help but begrudgingly admire.
"She said you ordered her to kill Pamela!" Caspian’s voice, still resounding with anger, was barely contained.
"Anna, what are you talking about?!" Emily’s incredulity was only thinly veiled by her gentle tones, which couldn’t fully mask the edge creeping into her voice.
"Ms. Emily Whitaker, I'm sorry." Anna's tears were streaming down. "I really didn't want to expose you, but you shouldn't have done that."
"What are you talking about? Just because I scolded you last night, you're accusing me like this?" Emily’s voice broke, sounding both hurt and mortified. "Haven't I been good enough to you? Just a few harsh words and you hold such a grudge!"
"No, Ms. Emily Whitaker, stop acting. They all know it," Anna replied, her voice heavy with pain and anxiety.
Emily’s continued performance only served to deepen the room’s collective disgust. She had driven Anna to this point of no return.
"What do they know? Do they know that I scolded you last night?" Emily attempted to divert the conversation, her desperation palpable.
"Ms. Emily Whitaker..."
"Stop!" Caspian’s voice, choked with rage, shattered any pretense of patience. "Play the recording!"
Anna, trembling, took out her phone and played the damning evidence once again.
Emily’s face drained of color. As the recording played, a sense of surreal horror washed over her. She had never imagined that Anna would have recorded their conversation. Without evidence, she could have continued her charade, accusing Cecilia and Anna of slander. But now, her carefully constructed facade was crumbling before her eyes.
Her 22 years of pretense, all her deceptive endeavors, were laid bare before her family.
No, she couldn’t accept this exposure. She couldn’t accept everyone seeing through her lies.
Panic surged through Emily. Her eyes darted wildly, her demeanor unraveling. She shook her head in desperation, retreating.
"Are you still pretending?!" Caspian asked her.
Emily’s vision blurred with tears; she bit her lip so hard it bled.
"Emily, I've raised you all these years. I never thought you would be like this. I never thought the little girl I cherished, so innocent and kind even with her congenital deficiencies, would be so malicious! Emily, you are a disgrace!" Caspian's words cut deep, harsh and unfiltered.
Emily felt entirely humiliated, her spirit crushed under the weight of her father's condemnation.
Seeing Emily being scolded this way, Arabella, though deeply shaken by the revelation of Emily’s nature, couldn’t bear to watch her daughter suffer. She quickly stood up, pulling Caspian away. "Alright, stop it. Emily must have her reasons, she..."
"Speak!" Caspian’s voice thundered, overriding Arabella’s plea. "If you don't explain why you did this today, even if you die in front of me, I won't let it go. I won't consider you as my daughter any more!"
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