CHAPTER 136: CHAPTER 136: SHE WANTS TO HAVE A CHILD WITH HIM

Mia Chapelle’s tears started flowing, and she cried heart-wrenchingly, "Why are you still arguing?"

The image of her as a grieving mother instantly garnered sympathy from everyone watching the live broadcast.

The live stream was flooded with comments like "Heartbroken for Mia" and "Holly Crowe is so cold-blooded."

Holly stood tall, "Why should I admit to something I didn’t do?"

A police officer standing nearby stepped forward and handed over a report, "We have just conducted a breathalyzer and blood test on Ms. Holly Crowe, and the results show a zero alcohol content in her body. There is no evidence of drunk driving."

"Impossible!"

Mia immediately refuted, not even glancing at the report.

With trembling fingers, she pointed at Holly, "You clearly drank! You obviously drank that..."

The words were at the tip of her tongue when she suddenly stopped, realizing she had misspoken, her face turning pale.

Holly sneered, stepping forward, "Which one? Are you referring to the so-called non-alcoholic ice brew you drank at the banquet?"

Blake Sinclair, who had been silently standing behind Holly, made a gesture, and a professional in a lab coat immediately entered.

"President Sinclair, here is the test report on the ice brew samples from the banquet, as you requested. The results show that the drink indeed contains alcohol, albeit in a low concentration, but sufficient to reach the legal drinking limit after a certain amount is consumed."

Holly took the report and addressed the camera and Mia, "Indeed, the ice brew contains alcohol, but unfortunately for you, I didn’t drink a drop."

Mia shook her head frantically, "Impossible, you drank it! You drank it!"

She clung to her claim, insisting Holly had drunk it.

Holly stared at her eyes above the mask, "Are you so sure?"

"Of course, I’m sure! I demand a retest, I don’t believe it!"

A young intern police officer standing nearby protested, "Ms. Chapelle, please trust the professionalism and fairness of the police."

Mia seized his words, crying even more desperately into the camera: "Fairness? So fairness is subjective, depending on who’s involved? Just because she’s backed by Blake Sinclair?"

"You..." The young officer’s face turned red with anger.

Ulysses Grant raised his hand to stop him.

"Alright, we respect your request, we’ll retest to ensure fairness."

He signaled for the alcohol detector to be brought in again.

The livestream audience had exceeded fifty thousand, with half showing empathy for Mia, and the other half waiting to see what would happen.

Everyone watched as Holly blew into the breathalyzer, with no reaction. She even blew two more times, but the results remained unchanged.

Mia’s face was growing paler, her lips trembling as she muttered, "Impossible, this can’t be, you did drink it."

The test concluded, and another plainclothes officer entered with a transparent evidence bag containing a delicate glass bottle.

He handed the bottle to Holly.

"I didn’t drink alcohol, nor did I drink the ice brew. Throughout the evening, I only drank this lychee juice."

Holly accepted the bottle.

Drops of water clung to the bottle’s exterior, and the sound of people urging her to drink echoed in her ears.

Remembering how Shannon Yarrow mentioned that the ice brew contained no alcohol, she hesitated for a moment before pouring half a glass.

She raised the glass and took a slight sip.

Not far behind her, Shannon watched Holly raise the glass, a cold smile appearing at the corner of her mouth.

Before she could see clearly, Theodore Roth called her over, and Shannon turned away, missing the moment Holly only touched the glass to her lips before setting it down.

"So, you’ve always known there was alcohol in it?"

Mia questioned with red eyes, shouting hysterically.

Holly looked at her, her tone calm: "I didn’t know, but my body did."

The crowd didn’t understand her meaning and were momentarily stunned.

Even Ulysses frowned, having initially thought Holly was aware of the alcohol in the ice brew and deliberately avoided drinking it.

Everyone’s attention was on Holly, waiting for her to explain.

Holly turned her head, meeting Blake Sinclair’s gaze.

He naturally took her hand and spoke to the crowd, his voice low yet clear, "Holly is allergic to alcohol."

Holly nodded.

At that moment, just a sip had made her eyes sting, and she suspected there was alcohol in it.

She set down the glass, glanced at Shannon, who was skillfully mingling with the crowd, and then looked at the ice brew in the glass, saying nothing.

She simply found a server standing in a corner and asked them to bring her a bottle of lychee juice.

Holly shook the bottle of lychee juice in her hand, "Lychee juice and ice brew look similar in color. Without a close look, you can’t tell them apart, so all night, everyone assumed I was drinking ice brew."

"You’re allergic to alcohol?"

Mia’s eyes widened as if hearing a joke, sharply refuting, "Impossible! Every time you socialized a few years ago, didn’t you drink alcohol? I saw you drinking until you vomited, how could you be allergic?"

Zion Pence, standing nearby, was also stunned, frowning involuntarily.

Images of those years when Holly accompanied him to social occasions, forcing a smile and drinking glass after glass, flashed in his mind.

And now she claims she’s allergic to alcohol?

Zion’s throat ached, feeling like he was falling apart, "Is it true?"

Blake’s grip on Holly’s hand tightened suddenly.

Just hearing Mia mention "drinking until vomiting" was enough to break his heart, and seeing the fake demeanor of the man next to them fueled his anger.

Thinking of the suffering Holly endured during those years, the air around him turned menacingly cold.

Ulysses noticed his dark expression and quickly signaled the officer nearby to pull Zion aside.

Holly didn’t even spare Zion a glance.

"Back then, I would take hangover pills before drinking. After frequent usage, they built up a tolerance, and my body’s reaction to alcohol became dull and numb, but now..."

She looked back at Blake, her gaze softening.

"Now my husband takes good care of me, and we have plans to conceive soon. I haven’t been in contact with alcohol for a long time, the medication tolerance has weakened, and even a slight contact burns my lips."

Holly’s explanation utterly shattered Mia’s accusations of drunk driving.

Zion watched Holly, a complex bitterness welling inside, leaving him lost.

Mia was in disbelief, her face ashen.

Yet, Blake’s full attention was on the words "my husband" and "plans to conceive."

He tightened his grip on Holly’s hand, a faint excitement rising in his heart.

She wanted to have a child with him.

Holly winced slightly from the pain, glancing at him in confusion.

It was merely a fabricated excuse, why was he reacting so strongly?

Her mention of conception was purely spontaneous, made for credibility.

Yet, somehow, the man beside her seemed unusually affected.

But now wasn’t the time to dwell on it.

Holly held the report and moved in front of the camera, "All the evidence is here, I did not drive under the influence!"

Mia looked at her determined posture, her eyes filled with panic and helplessness.

She never imagined even the most certain charge, drunk driving, could be so effortlessly overturned by Holly.

Seeing her strongest leverage collapse, her anxiety grew, and she no longer faced the camera as confidently as before, shifting her gaze with guilt.

Meanwhile, in the corner, Ruby Ford, being restrained by the police, cried out like a madwoman: "I don’t care if you were drunk driving, you caused the loss of my grandson, you can’t deny that, you must pay for it!"

Indeed, what difference did it make if Holly didn’t drive under the influence?

The fact remains she caused the accident, and Mia’s miscarriage is still undisputed.

Everyone present felt a tension rising in the room, and the comments in the live chat immediately shifted their tone, although Holly remained unflustered.