Chapter 500 Organ Transplant
"It's not just him, it's the whole Russell family." Michael pulled a small, folded photo from his wallet.
"This is a surveillance shot from the resort where my parents and I were staying the day it happened. It's blurry, but you can recognize the figure."
The photo showed someone in a long coat hurrying away from the parking lot. Though the face was unclear, the distinctive walking style and silhouette were strikingly similar to Scarlett.
"I've been investigating for years and finally confirmed that Scarlett was never at the charity gala she claimed to be at that day."
Michael's voice was filled with deep-seated hatred. "She had a perfect alibi, but it was all fabricated with money."
"If the Russell family had only targeted me, I could have avoided them. When you first married into the Russell family, I tried to get along with them."
"But then I saw how George treated you, how the entire family treated you. They kept hurting you. I couldn't stay silent any longer." Michael pointed to a page in the file. "Look at this."
Michael's finger pressed heavily on a page of call records, his fingertip turning pale from the pressure.
Emma leaned in to look. It was a printout from a telecom company, showing that an hour before the car accident she had three years ago, Scarlett's phone had a five-minute call with an unknown number.
"Whose number is this?" Emma's voice trembled.
"The driver who caused the accident." Michael pulled out another document from the file. "This is the initial police statement, which was later 'corrected.' The driver admitted someone paid him two million dollars to stage an 'accident.'"
Emma's fingers went cold as she took the document, seeing the driver's handwritten confession mentioning a "lady" who promised payment after the job was done.
"That's not all." Michael brought up a bank transfer record on his phone.
"Three days after the accident, an offshore account transferred two million dollars to the driver's wife's account. The money trail was well-hidden, but I traced it back to a shell company controlled by Scarlett."
The video switched to a middle-aged man with a rough face, speaking to the camera: "She promised me another three million dollars after the job, to help my family immigrate."
Emma's chest heaved. The car accident was a meticulously planned murder!
"Why?" She clenched her fists, her nails digging into her palms. "Why would she want to kill me?"
Michael didn't answer. Instead, he pulled out another bank transfer receipt, showing a payment to an organization called "Institute of Medical Frontiers," amounting to two million euros.
"What is this?" Emma frowned.
"The Russell family's financial dealings with an illegal medical organization." Michael's voice was low and dangerous.
"The Institute of Medical Frontiers appears to be a legitimate research institution, but in reality, it provides illegal organ transplants and human experiments for the wealthy."
He turned to the next page, revealing a list of names, ages, blood types, and organ compatibility.
At the top was "Emma," marked with "RH negative blood, liver compatibility 98%."
"They wanted my organs?" Emma's voice shook, her stomach churning.
"Not just your organs." Michael's eyes narrowed. "They were interested in your rare blood type and unique physiology. QX-309 requires specific genetic carriers as a culture medium, and you are the perfect 'material.'"
"How did they know about my information?"
"You once donated bone marrow to Anna. The Jones family has been in cahoots with the Russell family for a long time. Do you think George is a fool? Why else would he be with Anna? Her clumsy schemes to frame you were obvious to anyone with eyes, yet George kept falling for them. Does that make sense?"
Michael continued, "George must have explained to you that he mistook her for someone else, but that's a flimsy excuse. This was all a deal between the Russell family and the Jones family! Their goal was you, the experimental subject!"
A torrent of information hit Emma like a storm, leaving her reeling.
She could no longer think about how George had sacrificed himself to save her from the car accident.
Since she didn't mention it, Michael naturally didn't bring it up either.
Emma's legs gave way, and she collapsed into the armchair.
"When I learned about this a few years ago, I rushed back from Sunterra." Michael's voice softened. "I wanted to take you away immediately, but I saw how you felt about George..."
Michael's lips curled into a bitter smile as he looked into Emma's eyes. "But I still couldn't protect you completely."
Thunder rumbled outside, and rain pounded against the windows. Emma felt dizzy, the past few years' anomalies now having a terrifying explanation.
"Why are you telling me this now?" Her voice was hoarse.
"Because I finally have solid evidence." Michael pulled a USB drive from his suit pocket.
"This contains the testimony and transaction records from the head of the Institute of Medical Frontiers. Combined with the files Charlotte obtained, it's enough to bring down Scarlett and George."
Emma took the USB drive, the metal cold and biting. She suddenly realized the immense effort Michael had put into gathering this evidence.
She had almost forgiven George because of his manipulative sympathy ploy.
She had been so naive!
"I'm sorry," she whispered, apologizing for her misunderstanding.
Michael shook his head. "No need to apologize. I just want you to understand that everything I did was out of love for you. Trust me a little more, okay?"
"Okay."
Emma's eyes became resolute. "Where is Scarlett now?"
"That's the problem." Michael frowned. "I tracked her three days ago, the day we planned to leave Lakeside Haven. She met with Lucas, and then all communication stopped. It's like she vanished."
At that moment, Emma's phone vibrated. The screen showed "Unknown Number."
"Don't answer!" Michael warned, holding her hand. "It could be them."
But Emma had already answered. A voice, distorted by a voice changer, came through.
"Emma, if you want to know Scarlett's whereabouts, come alone to Warehouse 23 at Skyline Pier tomorrow night at eight. Bring Charlotte's files."
The call ended abruptly. Emma and Michael exchanged a wary, suspicious look.
"It's a trap," Michael said firmly. "Scarlett wouldn't reveal her location so easily."
"But what if it's real?" Emma gripped her phone. "It's our only lead to find her."
"It's too dangerous! Do you know how many people want you dead?"
"Of course I know! But I have to go!"
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