The couple chatted and laughed in the room, while the outside world was already in chaos. Overnight, Harry Hunter was pushed into the spotlight, becoming a "brutal murderer" in the eyes of the nation’s people.
Early in the morning, the police station issued a statent refuting the rumors, saying Austin Winters was the real murderer who killed Leon Hunter and then committed suicide out of guilt.
Unfortunately, not a single person believed it.
The Hunter Family was already powerful and had complex connections, so the public unanimously believed the police station had been bribed!
After breakfast, Isabella Weaver lay on the bed scrolling through the news on her phone, becoming more and more angry!
The comnts were all criticizing Harry Hunter, and when she said a few words in his defense, she quickly beca the target of angry attacks.
Harry Hunter ca in from outside with ointnt and saw Isabella Weaver holding her phone, arguing with a group of internet trolls.
He took her phone and set it aside: "Stop looking at it, don’t waste your energy explaining to them."
Isabella Weaver’s eyes were red: "Austin Winters is trying to completely ruin you; words can kill!"
Harry Hunter spoke with confidence and composure: "But they can’t kill ! He doesn’t have the ability to ruin either!"
"Alexander Parker has agreed to help , he’ll arrange a eting with Austin Winters. You follow him, and you’re sure to find Austin Winters. As long as you prove he’s alive, everything will be resolved!"
Harry Hunter’s expression darkened: "I don’t need him!"
Isabella Weaver felt helpless, now she couldn’t even ntion Alexander Parker; as soon as she did, his expression would change.
His jealousy was not ordinary.
Isabella Weaver hugged Harry Hunter’s waist, leaning against him, speaking gently: "Alright then, I’ll listen to you. If you don’t want to use him, we won’t."
The little wife was uncharacteristically obedient today, so Harry Hunter patted her head: "Lie down, I’ll apply the ointnt for you, I’ve heard it’s very effective."
"You don’t need to!"
Isabella Weaver grabbed the ointnt: "Go ahead and do your own thing, I’ll handle it myself!"
Harry Hunter chuckled lowly and ultimately didn’t force her, he gave her a kiss and left.
Not long after he left, Isabella Weaver received a call from Christopher Weaver.
"Isabella Weaver, let your sister go! She’s about to starve to death! You’ve married a murderous madman, do you want to beco a murderous madman yourself?!"
"You’re the murderous madman!"
Isabella Weaver responded coldly: "You set a fire trying to burn my mom to destroy the evidence, but never expected she’d survive, right? Should I call the police to arrest you?"
If Shiely Morrison’s health wasn’t so poor and unable to withstand any stress and trauma, she would’ve exposed everything long ago!
Christopher Weaver felt guilty about Shiely Morrison, so he quickly skipped this topic: "Hurry up and let Ella go, she called and doesn’t even have the strength to speak! Do you want to bear the guilt of murder?"
"Transfer your company to , and I’ll release her!"
"In your dreams!"
Christopher Weaver couldn’t tolerate anyone coveting his company!
"Then let her starve!"
Isabella Weaver hung up the phone directly, then ssaged the bodyguard watching Ella Weaver, telling him to call Christopher Weaver a few more tis, so Ella could really air her grievances.
Ella Weaver had already broken down in the basent; she wasn’t physically abused or beaten, but just the hunger alone was tornting her to no end.
This basent was where Cora Ginger used to rent. Isabella Weaver had no other place to put her, so she simply locked her up here.
Cora Ginger was used to tough tis and lived happily even in the basent, but Ella Weaver had never lived in such conditions; she felt moldy all over!
At that mont, the bodyguard held the phone, put it on speaker, and Ella Weaver cried her heart out: "Dad, save ! You need to give Isabella Weaver money!"
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