Chapter 397 Where Does the Confidence to Claim Innocence Come From
Her baby almost left her.
Isabella's fingertips were completely bloodless.
"That's easy," Isabella said coldly, expressionless, "Fire every single one of them."
She wasn't a kind person and had no cheap sympathy.
"Tell the employment agency that these people attempted murder."
Carl was shocked. Isabella was cutting off their livelihoods.
From now on, no one would dare hire this group.
"Mrs. Lawrence, but," Carl stammered, "there are innocent people among them."
"No," Isabella retorted, "No one is innocent."
"Some of them must have known something but chose to help the culprit cover it up without saying a word. So, no one is innocent."
Isabella sneered, "Can they be more innocent than my child?"
She patted Carl on the shoulder. "Don't be too soft-hearted. If you're too soft, I'll think you're helping cover it up too."
Carl quickly shook his head, cold sweat forming on her forehead. "Mrs. Lawrence, you must be joking."
Isabella was indeed influenced by Sebastian.
Look at that aura, becoming more and more like Sebastian.
"I'll sort out the documents. If we can't find the person who tampered with the brakes by the time I'm done. Everyone, including you, will be fired."
Isabella gave a friendly smile, but it didn't reach her eyes. "Of course, leaving isn't the end. We have records of every one of your families. By then..."
She didn't continue.
Her voice was clear, and every word was enunciated. A gust of wind carried her voice to the basement door, reaching the ears of the group there.
Then she calmly went inside.
As soon as Isabella left, the basement erupted in heated discussion.
Carl wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, his face darkening. "Mrs. Lawrence is already angry. Who did it? Who's dragging the innocent down with them? Step forward!"
In the crowd, Ruth's body trembled violently.
But she didn't step forward.
No one admitted to it.
However, people started to report, "Cynthia has been going to the garage a lot lately."
"Joseph too!"
"Ruth, who trims the plants, has been acting sneaky and making secret phone calls."
"Brandon borrowed a pair of scissors the other day."
"Now that you mention it, I remember Ruth is close to Jackson, who's in the hospital. She often brings him food. She also has scissors. Could she have tampered with the brakes while Jackson was eating..."
Before he could finish, someone interrupted, "Don't run!"
Ruth, with a pale face, pushed through the crowd in a panic and ran out.
She was terrified, her legs trembling and weak. After a few steps, she stumbled.
Where could she possibly run to?
Several bodyguards emerged from the shadows and easily subdued her.
They forcefully restrained Ruth by pinning her arms behind her back, applying pressure to keep her down. One of them delivered a kick to the back of her knee, causing Ruth to kneel on the ground.
"It was you!" Carl exclaimed in surprise.
Ruth was usually kind, and Carl would occasionally chat with her.
He never expected Ruth to be the one hiding in the shadows!
Ruth cried, shaking her head repeatedly. "I didn't mean to. I just needed money. My grandson is sick. I had no choice, I really had no choice."
She kept kowtowing. "Carl, please save me. Mrs. Lawrence and the baby are fine now. Please let me go."
"I've been worried about Mrs. Lawrence and the baby these past few days too. I couldn't eat or sleep, constantly in pain. I've already been punished."
Carl, as the manager of Willowbrook Estate, couldn't afford to be soft-hearted at this point, or he would really be fired.
He slapped her. "Bastard! What do you mean they're healthy and safe now? Mr. Lawrence said three lives were almost lost!"
The other staff chimed in, "You're suffering because you deserve it. This isn't punishment enough!"
"This is outrageous."
"A sick grandson, so you harm someone else's baby? What a wicked woman."
Ruth's face was slapped to the side, blood seeping from the corner of her mouth. "It wasn't me, it was Miss Baker. I didn't want to harm Mrs. Lawrence. It was Miss Baker. She orchestrated everything. I'm innocent. I haven't even received the money yet."
Isabella watched the farce in silence, listening to Ruth's constant denials and absurd claims, feeling a chill seep into her bones.
She walked over, squatted down, and stared at Ruth. "Miss Baker?"
Ruth kept crying, nodding frantically. "Yes, it was Miss Baker. She said she would become the mistress of Willowbrook Estate. She said if I helped her, she would give me money and promote me."
"I'm innocent, Mrs. Lawrence. I'm a victim too. I was deceived. At first, she paid me for information, but then she started to renege on her promises."
Isabella gritted her teeth, wanting to slap Ruth and ask her how she could say such disgusting things.
"How did you connect?" Isabella asked, enunciating each word calmly.
"By phone. But she would delete the messages after sending them and ordered me to delete them too. There's no evidence now," Ruth said, eyes wide and firm, "But I'm sure it was her, Miss Baker, who instructed me to do these things!"
"Mrs. Lawrence, you are wise. I'm innocent. If it wasn't me, it would have been someone else. I'm just a tool."
"Get out!" Isabella couldn't bear it any longer. She stood up and kicked Ruth in the chest.
"Innocent?" Isabella's eyes were colder and sharper than knives. "Are you joking? My child and I almost died, Jackson is still in the hospital, and you dare say you're innocent?"
"Mrs. Lawrence, you just got out of the hospital. Ruth isn't worth your anger." Carl quickly tried to calm her. "Take care of yourself."
Isabella, indeed, wouldn't get angry with Ruth.
She closed her eyes, calming herself, and then told Carl, "Send her to the police. Let them handle it."
After a few seconds of thought, Isabella added, "If anyone else wants to resign, send them away. For the rest, give them a gift and apologize on my behalf. I might have scared them earlier."
"But this is who I am. Don't cross my bottom line, or I won't show mercy."
"If you're scared, you can resign. If not, then work well, and I won't treat you unfairly. If you have family issues, let me know, and I'll help as best as I can."
After the incident a few days ago, when Isabella woke up, her mind was haunted by the voices of her babies, accusing her of failing to protect them adequately.
Even now, when she closed her eyes, those voices still echoed in her ears.
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