Chapter 167 Plagiarism
With a few words, Anna painted Isabella as a seductress. She stared into Isabella's eyes, unyielding. She was convinced that today's mess was Isabella's doing.
"Do you think you're the only one who can release videos?" Anna pulled out a video and had the staff play it.
The guests watched another video. In it, Anna was tearfully pleading with Isabella, begging her to stop being George's mistress and not to interfere in her marriage, to give George back to her.
She cried and begged Isabella to find her own happiness, but no matter how much she pleaded, Isabella refused.
From the video, it was clear that Isabella knew she was George's mistress and was determined to stay that way.
Emma watched the video and remembered the day Anna invited her out for coffee. No wonder Anna was crying instead of being her usual self. It turned out this was all part of the plan. It seemed Anna was desperate enough to release this video first.
But Anna couldn't take her down with such an edited video!
"It's ridiculous to use an edited video to fool everyone," Isabella said, ready for this. She tapped her phone a few times and projected a video onto the big screen.
The video showed the same scene but from a different angle. At first, Anna's behavior was the same—pleading and crying. But Isabella's reaction was different. She kept denying she was George's mistress and didn't want to be, hoping Anna wouldn't accuse her wrongly.
Their conversation was short, and it was clear Anna was trying to provoke Isabella, but Isabella stayed calm, only denying the accusations without getting angry.
Finally, she seemed to think she couldn't communicate with Anna and left angrily. But the video didn't end there. After Isabella left, Anna started cursing.
Emma looked at Anna with a smile.
"Ms. Stuart, do you want to say something?" Emma asked.
"Isabella, you're a despicable woman!" Anna finally shouted, her voice echoing in the hall, drawing everyone's attention.
But Isabella's cold smile was like a thorn, making Anna's anger burn even more fiercely. Her breath became rapid, her heart raced, and her vision blurred. The sounds around her grew distant, as if she were in an endless darkness.
"Anna!" Sophia rushed forward, trying to grab her hand. But Anna's body had already lost balance and fell.
"No..." Her voice faded into the darkness, and her consciousness plunged into an endless coma.
The hall erupted into chaos as everyone saw Anna suddenly faint. The reporters all stood up, trying to capture every detail of this dramatic turn, with flashlights constantly flashing, recording the twist.
"Call a doctor!" Sophia shouted anxiously. She knelt beside Anna, trying to wake her, but found Anna's face pale and unresponsive.
"Faint? Anna, this isn't your style. Come on, get up, fight me!" Emma's lips curled into a cold smile, her eyes gleaming with triumph. "Tonight was meticulously planned, and it seems you liked it so much that you passed out."
In her coma, Anna's mind flashed through the past.
George rejecting her advances, George holding Emma tenderly, George and Emma's wedding, George intimately supporting Isabella.
Each scene was a blow to Anna. She was so enraged that she spat out a mouthful of blood. The sight of the bright red blood pained Sophia but delighted Emma.
This was the special medicine Emma had procured for Anna. It wasn't poison, nor was it a cure; it was more like a hormone that could make the user extremely emotional. In severe cases, it could cause blood vessels and internal organs to rupture. However, the hospital would be unable to determine the cause.
The ambulance arrived quickly, taking the unconscious Anna to the hospital.
"Congratulations, Isabella, for clearing your name," Michael said.
"This is just the first step," Emma messaged her informants: [Increase surveillance and report any anomalies immediately.]
Soon, Emma received more than a dozen replies. No matter what Anna tried to do, she would not escape Emma's grasp.
Anna was fighting her way out of the coma, her mind slowly coming back online. As she blinked her eyes open, everything around her remained a blur. The white walls and harsh lights made her head spin.
Her hand flopped to the side of the bed, her fingers twitching. This time, her coma was the real deal; she was genuinely pissed off.
"You're awake," a deep, indifferent voice said.
Anna turned her head and saw George standing by the hospital bed, his face a blank slate. His eyes were cold, like a frozen lake, giving off a vibe that screamed "stay away."
"George!" she gasped.
"I knew you still cared about me," Anna's voice was barely a whisper, but she was filled with hope.
She thought back to the press conference and the video, feeling a knot of anxiety. Did George still believe her?
"You're awake, so I can leave now," George said, sounding like he'd been waiting to bolt for a while but had stuck around out of some old promise or concern.
"Don't go. Do you believe that video?" Anna asked, her voice trembling. She couldn't bear the thought of George believing the worst about her.
"Stop pretending, Anna," George's words cut like a knife. Her face went pale, tears welling up, ready to spill.
"You don't believe me?" Her voice was almost begging, her eyes shiny with tears. "Just because of a video? Those videos are all fake!"
She put on her most pitiful look. But George didn't budge.
"They're not fake. I saw them three years ago," George said, his voice still cold and emotionless. "You blinded Emma and ruined her face. I know you did that."
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