CHAPTER 137: CHAPTER 137: SHE LOOKS SEVENTY PERCENT LIKE HOLLY CROWE!!!

The sound of knocking came, and two plainclothes police officers pushed a mobile display screen inside, followed by a technical officer holding a notebook.

They nodded to Ulysses Grant and began showing the video.

The screen lit up, and what played was the complete video of the car accident scene.

Ulysses Grant advanced with a remote pointer, "Ms. Chapelle might be curious about how this video exists, given that the surveillance at the foot of the mountain is clearly broken."

He snorted while speaking, looked at Blake Sinclair with dissatisfaction in his voice: "We really have to thank our enthusiastic citizen Mr. Sinclair, who had proposed multiple times before to collaborate on testing this equipment but wasn’t approved.

This time, however, he directly donated satellite surveillance equipment worth billions to assist the police. We must apply to give Mr. Sinclair a commendation flag one day."

Blake Sinclair’s expression didn’t change; he said indifferently: "Corporate social responsibility, serving the people, it’s what we should do."

Ulysses Grant gritted his teeth and turned to start his explanation.

"You can see the surveillance... thus, from this video, we observe Ms. Holly Crowe was driving properly throughout, not drunk, switched to flat shoes once she got into the car, and didn’t exceed the speed limit. The only unreasonable part of the video is when this black Audi suddenly accelerates as it nears the bend."

By this point, Mia Chapelle’s face couldn’t be described as anything other than ghostly pale.

"Based on collision mark expert analysis,"

He pointed the laser pen at the depressed area of the Audi, drawing a circle with the iron piece left by the Porsche’s fallen headlights.

"At the angle and speed at that time, the extent of damage to the Audi far exceeds the reasonable scope. Ms. Chapelle, I now seriously suspect this was a premeditated insurance fraud."

Insurance fraud?

"I... I did not. You’re talking nonsense!" Mia Chapelle panicked completely, "I don’t understand what you are saying! Do you have evidence of me committing insurance fraud?"

She covered her face, then cried out to the camera, "My child is already seven months old, already formed! So you all think I’m risking my child’s life to frame Holly Crowe? I am a mother, and I’m more heartbroken than anyone! My child is so small, so small..."

Ruby Ford watched and collapsed, slapping the floor and crying for Holly Crowe to pay with her life.

The scene was indeed moving.

The live broadcast channel was full of comments condemning Holly Crowe, clearly touched by the "genuine emotion" created by Mia Chapelle as the victim.

The coldness in Blake Sinclair’s eyes deepened as he was about to step forward, but Holly Crowe gently squeezed his fingers.

He glanced at her and saw her gaze still firm, so he suppressed his anger, but still protected Holly Crowe behind him.

Holly Crowe stepped forward, her gaze drifting around Mia Chapelle’s abdomen, finally stopping at the lower half of her masked face, "Mia Chapelle, do you really think you’re fit to be a mother?"

Mia Chapelle’s body stiffened, her voice faltered.

Holly Crowe walked up to the bed, her hand already raised, but ultimately retreated before touching the edge, "Was your child really lost today?"

"You... you.. what nonsense are you spewing? You’ve started fabricating such reasons now, haven’t you?..." Mia Chapelle quivered, unable to articulate a complete sentence.

Her seemingly flawless plan was utterly demolished at this moment.

The entire ward, along with the live broadcast channel, fell into a deathly silence.

"I’m talking nonsense?" Holly Crowe turned to look at Ulysses Grant and gently nodded.

The door was pushed open from the outside, and two police officers escorted four people inside.

Leading was Daniel Alden, his complexion ashen, followed by three men who were the doctors getting off the ambulance at the accident scene earlier.

They had now shed their lab coats and wore civilian clothes, reluctant to lift their heads due to their guilty conscience.

Seeing these four people, Mia Chapelle’s spirit dimmed, completely drained of any remaining strength.

Blake Sinclair had been observing Holly Crowe’s emotions at the side, and upon seeing the fleeting exhaustion in her eyes, he directly went up to embrace her.

Holly Crowe shook her head within his embrace, indicating she was fine. Her face pressed against his shirt, absorbing the comforting scent of cedar.

"I sensed something amiss as soon as Daniel Alden made the phone call earlier."

Holly Crowe withdrew from Blake Sinclair’s embrace, her gaze swept across the four people, "Knowing the situation was urgent and Mia Chapelle was in massive bleeding, the first call he made was to the police, only then to 911.

Beldon First Hospital is 20 kilometers from the scenic garden, yet the response time to the scene was almost identical to the police car which was only 10 kilometers away? The efficiency is ridiculously high."

The implication of her words was clear to everyone.

From Daniel Alden’s abnormal reversed call sequence to the ambulances speeding to the scene, it was obviously a meticulously planned frame-up against Holly Crowe!

Those present looked at Mia Chapelle with coldness in their eyes, even the reporters who had expressed sympathy towards her earlier displayed hints of reproach and dissatisfaction.

As the people were still processing this information, Holly Crowe picked up another report and directly threw it onto Mia Chapelle’s bed.

The white paper scattered, the bold black characters "Miscarriage Surgery Proof" were blindingly glaring!

"I’ve told you before, I won’t invite trouble without a cause. So, shall I have someone help you lift the blanket, or would you rather get out of bed and walk a bit on your own?"

Ruby Ford could see those bold characters even from a distance.

She let out a sharp scream, suddenly gained strength to break free from the police, rushed to the bedside, and seized the report.

Seeing the date, her eyes instantly turned red, "A week ago? So, when you didn’t come home last week, was it for the miscarriage surgery?"

She glared venomously at Mia Chapelle, yanked the blanket off, gripped her hand, and dragged her onto the ground.

"My grandson was aborted by you! Why did you do this? Why did you kill my grandson? How did the Pence family ever wrong you that you’d be so cruel?"

Mia Chapelle, hair disheveled, lay sprawled on the ground, her mask crooked during the struggle.

She chuckled with her head down, a low, distorted voice that seemed to come from the abyss, sending chills down the spine.

Holly Crowe caught in the corner of her eye Daniel Alden about to step forward, but Zion Pence was quicker.

He walked up to Mia Chapelle, crouched down, and fiercely squeezed her chin, forcing her to face his wrath, "Why did you do this?"

He spoke through gritted teeth, "Tell me why? That was our child!"

"Because this child was destined never to be born." Holly Crowe said sharply.

She took another folder from Ulysses Grant, tossed it to Zion Pence’s feet.

"Inside are Mia Chapelle’s cosmetic surgery records over the past year, especially in the past six months, where the frequency is evidently higher. During pregnancy, she injected herself with large volumes of hormone-containing drugs. It’s a miracle the child held on until seven months.

If you had stopped the last cosmetic repair surgery and focused on keeping the baby, who knows there might have been a glimmer of hope. But Mia Chapelle, you were too greedy, greedy enough to sacrifice even your own flesh and blood."

Zion Pence’s trembling hands picked up the report from the ground, flipping through each page, crumpled and distorted from his grip.

"So you’re not wearing a mask due to allergies, but because of cosmetic surgery?"

He threw the report aside, gripped Mia Chapelle’s chin, and ripped off the mask.

When Mia Chapelle’s face was exposed in front of the camera, everyone present gasped.

All eyes involuntarily shifted between Mia Chapelle and Holly Crowe’s faces.

Her face astonishingly resembled Holly Crowe’s by seven parts!