CHAPTER 310: CHAPTER 310: THE CAREGIVER PROVIDES A CELL PHONE RECORDING

This post just made things more complicated.

But most of the internet users don’t believe Vera Hansen anymore.

Especially now that they know Vera won’t die, they won’t let her off the hook.

After all, as long as Vera made a mistake before, they would bring this issue up.

Always warning about lives, always warning about forcing someone to death.

"Vera Hansen doesn’t have stomach cancer, surely they’re not going to call me a murderer now, right? I’m the victim here!" — This is the comment with the most likes.

The next moment, the user’s nickname was directly changed to — [Vera Hansen Faked Illness Victim. Netizen33]

Immediately, many people began to imitate.

Thus, the comment section was filled with countless users with the nickname [Vera Hansen Faked Illness Victim.]

And those who are still die-hard fans of Vera Hansen are washing their hands of it like mad.

Saying that Vera Hansen’s post makes a lot of sense.

"Vera was deceived, her series of actions prove she’s a very kind person."

There are even conspiracy theories saying that Serena Sterling orchestrated all this, that Serena colluded with Cygnus institutions, and that Serena was the one who planned everything behind the scenes.

Connor Goldsmith, seeing this, immediately stepped in to guide — "Vera Hansen is likely controlled, didn’t she always have a Cygnus institution accompanying her?"

This was the message Vera just sent him, guiding him on the direction.

They need someone to take the blame.

And the most suitable person is the caretaker.

Connor Goldsmith, though feeling cold at heart and afraid, still did as told.

Because he knew that if he didn’t comply, the one to take the blame would be him, Connor Goldsmith!

His heart pounding, Connor suddenly felt very scared.

If the caretaker is blamed today, what about tomorrow?

Connor dared not think about it.

On the other side, the die-hard fans have completely lost the ability to think.

"That’s right, the more you think about it, the more terrifying it is, Vera might be sending out a distress signal!"

"Save Vera!"

"That caretaker is still at Vivian’s Floral Studio, quick, let’s go save Vera!"

...

In the hospital.

Jude Chaucer arrived in one office room.

Here, Old Master Lawson and Isla Lawson are present.

Isla Lawson’s face showed displeasure, her eyes deep with hatred towards someone unknown.

While the elderly couple of the Lawson Family were frowning as they waited, looking serious.

"Old Master, Madam, Miss Isla." Jude Chaucer spoke.

Isla Lawson glared at Jude Chaucer.

In her view, Jude Chaucer had worked with Serena Sterling for many years, completely biased!

But with the elderly couple there, she didn’t speak first.

"Secretary Chaucer, what’s with Julian’s condition?" The old master finally spoke first.

"Old Master, I can’t explain, let the doctor say instead." Jude Chaucer said, asking the doctor to come over.

The doctor soon arrived.

Also bringing Julian Lawson’s medical records.

It showed blood vomiting, injuries from falls, and an unresolved dislocated leg injury, among others.

"These..." Old Master Lawson’s brow furrowed tightly.

"The blood vomiting is due to excessive emotional agitation, acute distress, compounded by the patient’s stomach issues."

"And these body injuries, are all external injuries."

"These problems..."

The doctor explained in detail, summarizing that proper care would resolve all these issues.

Old Master Lawson put down the medical records, looking sternly at the doctor.

"I feel something’s wrong with him, I spoke to him, and he barely responded." Old Master Lawson said.

Isla Lawson nodded as well.

The doctor sighed deeply and said, "Perhaps he should check with the psychiatry department."

The two exchanged glances, no one speaking, their silence filling the office.

...

Meanwhile, Vera Hansen’s die-hard fans had completely surrounded Vivian’s Floral Studio.

These people were in a state of extreme frenzy, holding phones, mimicking Vera Hansen’s live broadcasts, streaming the process of capturing the caretaker to save Vera.

The caretaker wanted to run upon seeing the news, but Vera Hansen’s charity sale was held outside Vivian’s Floral Studio earlier, so there were many fans around.

The caretaker got blocked before even stepping out.

She could only lock Vivian’s Floral Studio’s door, keeping the frantic Vera die-hard fans outside.

"Come out!"

"You Cygnus spy, come out!"

"Admit what you did and clear Vera’s name!"

...

These people surrounded Vivian’s Floral Studio, constantly banging on the door.

Seeing the caretaker not opening the door, they even grabbed nearby chairs, smashing them against the outermost glass.

After a few bangs.

"Crash..."

The glass shattered all over the ground.

These people rushed in directly.

Connor Goldsmith saw this from afar and immediately called Vera Hansen.

"They smashed the glass and rushed in! They’ve lost their minds, there might be casualties! What should we do?" Connor Goldsmith said urgently.

Vera Hansen looked at the pale wall beside her, her eyes narrowed slightly: "Don’t worry about it, there won’t be any casualties, rest assured."

In fact, she was hoping that the caretaker would be beaten to death in the chaos.

No witness, she could say anything she wanted, even if the institution didn’t admit it, she could use her narrative of being coerced by the caretaker to get by.

Thus, the blame would firmly fall on the caretaker.

Knowing someone was broadcasting live, Vera Hansen immediately logged in with a secondary account, using it to guide.

Inside Vivian’s Floral Studio, the caretaker had never seen such a scene before, she ran inside and locked the iron door immediately.

"Bang!"

Another series of door banging sounds.

"Get out!"

"What are you hiding from? Feeling guilty! Scared!"

Outside were layers of questioning voices.

The caretaker thought to herself damn who wouldn’t be scared! It’s like being surrounded by zombies!

"Bang bang!"

People were already using things to wreck the door.

The caretaker hurriedly called the police.

But the fastest response could still take some time to get there.

Suddenly someone said, "Move aside, let me do it!"

"Buzz buzz buzz!" The sound of a chainsaw came through, someone got a chainsaw from somewhere, aiming to saw through the iron door.

The caretaker’s heart nearly jumped out.

If they sawed through the door, wouldn’t the next step be to saw her, the "culprit"?

The group outside, going mad over Vera Hansen and losing their minds, could do anything!

Stall for time, wait for the police to arrive!

This was the caretaker’s plan right now.

Thus, she immediately spoke to the people outside: "Hold on, I have something for you!"

"What is it?" The person holding the phone live-streaming spoke immediately.

The caretaker opened the recording interface on her phone today, and pushed the phone out through the gap under the door.

Lately, she had made many preparations, normally she’d keep a recorder in her pocket, and for something particularly important, she’d use her phone to record along.

Just like today’s charity sale event, the caretaker recorded it on her phone.

She originally planned to use these to negotiate with Julian Lawson or Silas Hawthorne for protection.

But now, it was out of control, saving herself was the priority.

This recording first had to be heard by the people outside, which would stall for time.

After hearing it, there’d be infighting among the group.

They might fight among themselves outside, leaving her alone.

Finally...

"Love to livestream, love to act, love to slander others right? Then stream this stuff out!" The caretaker thought half in hatred, half in satisfaction.

"You die-hard fans too, seeing so much yet not realizing you’ve liked the wrong person, still want to blame me."

"You’re forcing me!"

Outside the iron door, the person livestreaming grabbed the phone.

Seeing the interface playing the recording on the phone.

Without thinking much, she directly pressed the play button.

And, afraid that the people in the broadcast room couldn’t hear or see clearly, she deliberately brought the streaming phone closer, and turned the recording volume to the highest.