The hidden billionaire heiress (Lyra Melvin)

Chapter 77 How does it feel when everybody hits you when you’re down

Charlotte didn't budge either, "I haven't seen you for a few days. Lyra, you're still so arrogant.

Everything should be based on evidence. Since you want me to be proven wrong, show me the

evidence!"

"I am the evidence!"

A soft and slender voice suddenly rang out from outside the meeting room.

Immediately afterwards, a bodyguard pushed a wheelchair in.

The person in the wheelchair was pale, and her tired face was haggard from a serious illness that could

not be hidden.

Lyra duly stepped aside so that everyone present could see who was coming.

"Abigail?! Aren't you dead? How did ... this happen?"

Charlotte was about to lose her expression on her face.

Originally she was so happy about the death of the two biggest obstacles that she couldn't sleep for a

few nights.

But now, not only were these two bitches not dead, but they were also openly appearing at the venue

to prove her wrong!

She was so angry that the rage nearly consumed her on the spot!

"Abigail! My daughter!"

Katelyn ran to Abigail regardless of anything, crouched down in front of her, trembled, reached out and

gently stroked her face.

It was her daughter, who could smile and wink. The vivid Abigail!

"My baby ... I knew you’re blessed. You will be safe and will be fine ..."

She wrapped her arms tightly around Abigail and rested her head on her shoulder, sobbing

uncontrollably.

Jamie, who was following closely behind Katelyn, also had red eyes and was full of emotion: "It's good

to be awake. It's good to be awake! Good girl, you have suffered a lot!"

Charlotte, standing on the stage, stared in awe at the harmonious family in front of her.

It took her a long time to realize that Katelyn knew that Abigail was not dead.

So, everything yesterday morning was an act on her part?

Even Irene was lying to herself?

She couldn't accept this fact at all.

Why! Why should everyone turn to this bitch Lyra!?

Her eyes were red with hatred, and while everyone's attention was drawn to the reunited family, she

cleared her throat and coughed softly.

"Even if my sister comes back unharmed, you still won't be able to get rid of your guilt!" She looked at

Lyra with a gaze as sharp as a torch.

Lyra took a chair close by and sat down, propping her chin up with one hand, asking with interest, "So

tell me. What's my crime?"

"You bought ten thugs, tricked me into a small dark house in the suburbs, and let them poison me,

causing me to be seriously injured and hospitalized. The evidence is overwhelming. How do you

explain this?"

Sweat seeped from Charlotte's clenched palm.

She clenched her fists harder again under the cover of the speaker's desk.

"It seems Miss Matthews is getting better at turning things upside down."

Disdain and playfulness flashed across Lyra's face, "You want an explanation. I'll give it to you now!"

As soon as she finished her words, she raised her hand to gesture something.

Before Charlotte could digest her words, a group of police officers suddenly rushed into the room and

surrounded Charlotte with a group.

"What are you doing here?!"

Charlotte was pale and held on to the speaker's desk to steady herself.

"Ms. Charlotte, we suspect that you caused Miss Abigail's car accident, kidnapped Melissa, and framed

up. Please come with us for the investigation."

A police officer at the head of the group showed his certificate and led the men to hold her down.

"It's not like that! You guys listen to me! You can't arrest me!" Charlotte broke down and shouted.

The police officer took her arms behind her back and sharply fastened the handcuffs, "Whether it is you

or not, you’ll know after coming to the police station."

The reporters had long been stunned, and the cameras held in their hands turned into pendulums. All

the reporters and onlookers were shocked by this sudden reversal.

The words of the police were clear as to who was lying.

A bunch of flash cameras aimed at Charlotte's face and they clicked the shutters.

"I knew she had no good intentions from the moment she came back!" Katelyn accused her excitedly, Nôvel(D)rama.Org's content.

not forgetting to give her a stomp.

Jamie, who was also furious, grabbed the microphone on stage and announced in a loud voice.

"I will not tolerate this kind of scum in the Matthews family. I solemnly announce to the public that from

today onwards, Charlotte’s heir status in Matthews Group is canceled and the father-daughter

relationship is permanently severed. She is no longer a member of the Matthews family!"

Even her father, the only relative in the world, chose to abandon her.

Charlotte's original expression of despair and crying gradually turned into wanton laughter.

The laughter sounded a bit creepy.

She was dragged hard to the police car under the attention of the crowd.

...

In the Matthews House, Fred slowly opened his eyes, squinting for a moment at the sunlight coming in

through the window, and only after a long time did he struggle to sit up.

He had been badly injured when he escaped last night, and after Charlotte settled him in a separate

room in the middle of nowhere, he couldn't fight the exhaustion and drowsiness and drifted off to sleep.

It was almost at noon, and the other servants of the Matthews family were busy. No one paid attention

to the fact that there were still people living in this long-abandoned room.

Fred crossed his arms and sat on the couch in contemplation.

Staying with the Matthews family was not a long-term solution, and he had to find a new place as soon

as possible, preferably away from Frayton.

He was unaware of what was happening outside, and was foolishly upset that he would leave

Charlotte.

He sighed and went back to bed, staring at the ceiling in disbelief.

The door was pushed open with the sound of "creak".

He raised his head and looked toward the door to find that it was a doctor in the white coat and mask

who had walked in.

Last night it seemed he heard Charlotte say she was going to help him find a doctor to treat him, and

he hadn't cared.

He didn't expect Charlotte to be so attached to him.

He was so moved that he sat up and asked politely, "Is the doctor Miss Matthews sent for? Please

have a seat."

"Yes, it's me."

The man dressed as a doctor pushed up his glasses and kept his head down, so it was impossible to

see his expression.

"Thanks." Fred removed his defenses and nodded politely.

"I should. Since I took Miss Matthews' money, I should certainly help her with these things."

After a brief examination, the doctor took out a syringe.

"What kind of medication is injected? Don't you need to prescribe something else?"

Fred frowned slightly, but put his arm out anyway.

"This is the medicine to help you recover. What to do next, I will take care of it." The doctor picked up a

piece of cotton with tweezers and dabbed it with iodine and wiped it on the injection.

Fred looked at his unskilled movements and became more and more suspicious.

Although he was seriously injured, but they were superficial injuries. Disinfection to stop the bleeding

was the only treatment needed and taking medicine would be fine.

When he was Melvin's assistant before, he also helped people who were seriously injured to deal with

it, so there was no need for such a complicated injection of drugs and then treatment.

Just a moment before the syringe needle was about to stick into his skin, he turned over his wrist and

backhanded the doctor's hand to push him away. He shouted angrily, "You're not a doctor! Who are

you?!"