Chapter 422 The Truth Revealed
As soon as Margaret finished speaking, the room erupted in shock. Angel's eyes widened, and she instinctively glanced back. How did Margaret know?
But she quickly regained her composure, glaring angrily at Margaret. At this moment, Angel didn't care about her image; she even had the urge to kill Margaret.
"What the hell are you talking about?! If you say these scars aren't from my fall off the cliff, then show the proof. If you can't, you're just slandering me! Slandering!"
Angel seemed to only know how to repeat that word. After she finished, there was a hint of resolute pleasure and a trace of confidence in her eyes.
She was certain Margaret couldn't produce any evidence.
As long as she could prove she was still Marjorie, William would never leave her. Never!
"If I didn't have evidence, would I be here today?"
Margaret lowered her eyes to look at her. Angel's heart instinctively panicked, not knowing where to look.
Seeing Angel's reaction, Margaret knew what was going on. She turned to the entrance and loudly instructed a waiter standing by the door, "Go ahead, bring that lady in."
Who else was coming?
Angel momentarily forgot to cry, instinctively looking towards the door, forgetting to wipe the tears from her face, her eyes red.
Soon, a blonde woman in her thirties walked in. The moment Angel saw her, alarm bells went off in her mind.
Wasn't this the doctor she had hired to create the scars?
What was she doing here?
Margaret nodded at the woman and then addressed the crowd, "This is the doctor I painstakingly found, the one who created Angel's scars. I believe no one knows better than her how those scars came to be."
She turned to the woman, smiling, "Rose, please tell everyone exactly what happened."
The woman took the microphone, hesitated for a moment, and glanced at the shocked Angel before speaking, "Here's the truth: the scars on this lady's back are not from a fall. Someone hired me to use special chemicals and materials to create them."
Jack squinted, staring intently at the doctor on stage, but everyone was too shocked by Angel's "deception" to notice him.
Margaret, we'll see about this!
Jack didn't plan to stay any longer and quickly left.
"And—" Rose paused, then added something even more shocking, "that person specifically asked me to make the scars look exactly like those from a fall off a cliff."
The room buzzed with chatter, and the discussions were clear to Angel's ears.
"I can't believe Angel would do something like this, pretending to be someone's first love. Shameless."
"I always said, a bar singer can't be a good person. I never understood why William was with her."
"Wait, then what's Margaret's deal?"
"Didn't you hear? This was all a setup. And these two really went all out."
The voices were loud enough to drive Angel crazy.
She looked at Rose with resentment, her eyes bloodshot as she glared at Margaret. She couldn't let everything she was about to gain slip away. No way!
Even now, she wanted to fight to the end, seemingly ignoring what Rose had just said, focusing only on Margaret.
"Margaret, do you think just one doctor can prove everything you said? That I'm not Marjorie? Let me tell you, no one knows more about what happened between William and me than I do!"
"If I'm not Marjorie, then how do I know about William's kidnapping?"
She really wouldn't give up.
Margaret shook her head, a bit exasperated but confident, raising an eyebrow slightly, "That's because you were the daughter of one of the kidnappers. You witnessed the entire kidnapping of William and Marjorie. Someone who knows the whole story could easily use it to deceive people years later. Am I right?"
Angel was shocked, cold sweat breaking out, but she still stubbornly shook her head in denial, "What are you talking about? How could I be the kidnapper's daughter? Margaret, you're slandering me, and you'll be legally responsible for that!"
"Slandering you? You're still saying I'm slandering you?"
Margaret was almost speechless at Angel's stubbornness. She couldn't believe someone could hold on so tightly.
"It seems you really won't give up. Sir, please come out."
Margaret called towards the entrance, and soon, a middle-aged man in his fifties walked over. Angel looked at him in confusion; he was completely unfamiliar to her.
"Angel, you might not believe it, but this is one of the police officers who handled William's kidnapping case. I went to the police station several times for you. Now, the officer who investigated the case is here. He won't lie, will he?"
With that, Margaret handed the microphone to the man.
The man took the microphone and said, "I was one of the officers in charge of the Fisher family kidnapping case fifteen years ago. Mr. Fisher reported that his grandson had been taken. After our relentless efforts, we found the boy, William, in a remote village. We arrested four kidnappers, one of whom was a local resident in his thirties."
As Angel listened, her limbs felt paralyzed, a bone-chilling cold spreading through her, sweat dripping from her forehead.
She would never forget the day her father was handcuffed and taken away. Her stepmother, fearing imprisonment, distanced herself from her father. One morning, after making her one last breakfast, she never returned.
Back then, Angel felt only relief. No one would hit her or give her dirty looks anymore.
Even now, she thought she was about to start a new life, but unexpectedly, a police officer had appeared to ruin everything!
The officer paused, recalling from memory, "During our investigation, we learned that the local resident's name was Finnegan Walsh. He confessed that besides the four kidnappers, his wife and daughter, Angel Walsh, were also involved in guarding the two children."
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