Seeing that the servant couldn’t stop her, Fuller, hiding in the dark, leapt out and grabbed Fiona Marshall.
"Let go of ! Christopher Hart, do you dare do things but not acknowledge them? Besides you, no one else would target at this ti! It must have been you!"
Fiona Marshall completely lost her dignity, her hysterical deanor even worse than that of a shrew.
Christopher Hart put down his cutlery, his appetite gone, turned around, and raised one hand slightly.
"Let her in."
"Yes."
Fuller suddenly let go, causing Fiona Marshall to stumble forward, almost falling to her knees in front of Christopher Hart.
"Mrs. Garcia, as a lady of a prominent household, do you not fear losing face by causing such a scene in my private residence?"
Christopher Hart intentionally taunted her.
Does today’s Mrs. Garcia still worry about losing face?
Clearly, Fiona Marshall understood his sarcasm, her face red with anger she retorted, "Hah? What do I have to fear now? I’ve been disgraced because of you!"
"Disgraced by ?" Christopher Hart smiled elegantly with a hint of mockery, "I rely revealed the truth, teaching you a lesson, yet instead of being grateful, Mrs. Garcia, you bite back with accusations."
"You—you finally admit it!"
"Being a good person is tough these days," Christopher Hart continued unfazed by her interruption.
On the other side of the living room, Alia Garcia twitched slightly when she overheard this.
So, it was indeed his doing.
No wonder, on the way back from the airport, he asked her if she wanted to stay, assuming her marriage to Lily Garcia was open and legitimate.
—So, he had sothing on Fiona Marshall.
But strangely enough, her despicable father was completely compliant with this stepmother and always ready to satisfy his stepdaughter with no blood relation—why wasn’t Fiona Marshall content? She was still sneaking around with other n.
Truly puzzling.
Michael Garcia must be furious and feeling utterly humiliated now.
Such a farce their years of favor had been!
Alia Garcia, while keeping Hope company, couldn’t help ponder these thoughts and a smile involuntarily curled at the corner of her mouth.
She couldn’t help feeling schadenfreude.
After all, though he was her biological father, he was even less than a stranger to her.
She was not a saint, after all.
"Christopher Hart, have a conscience! Aren’t you afraid of getting struck by lightning for what you’re doing?!" Fiona Marshall continued to rage.
The man nodded, playing along with her words, "One must act with conscience, a pity though... so people lack one."
"Ha! You’re talking about yourself."
"Not at all, I’m speaking of you and your daughter."
Fiona Marshall’s angry composure froze instantly, a flicker of guilt passing through her eyes.
However, rembering her purpose, she straightened her back and stood firm, "I don’t understand what you’re talking about! I’m here to tell you, if you don’t remove the libelous posts online, I will imdiately expose how you imprisoned Lily and caused her to break her leg on the internet!"
Fiona Marshall threatened viciously, "I don’t believe that public opinion won’t sympathize with the underdog! We’ll both end up losers if it cos to that!"
Christopher Hart thought she had so clever move, but she was still using Lily Garcia’s injury as leverage.
"It doesn’t matter, go ahead and post it, right now."
"What?" Fiona Marshall was shocked, staring at him, "You... You’re not afraid of public opinion?"
"Afraid, but I’d rather blow up the matter because when the truth cos out... and the public opinion reverses, you and your daughter will suffer even more miserably."
Christopher Hart’s face remained calm and smiling, but when he uttered the word "die," the smile on his face suddenly sharpened into a fierce threat, sending a shiver down Fiona Marshall’s spine.
"You... what do you an... what truth..." Fiona Marshall stuttered.
Beside them, Alia Garcia was equally curious.
It sounded like Christopher Hart had more "evidence" in his hands than just the matter of Fiona Marshall’s affair.
Could there be even bigger bombshells?
"What truth? You’re the one to ask," Christopher Hart rose from the dining table and walked toward the living room, drawing even closer to Fiona Marshall.
"Originally, if you hadn’t co to , I wouldn’t have found the opportunity to confront you. But now that you’ve walked into the trap, don’t bla for being impolite."
Christopher Hart sat down on the couch, the distance shortened, and his inherent authority felt even more powerful.
Fiona Marshall unconsciously took a half step back, her feet beginning to tremble, yet she still managed a cold laugh, "I have no idea what you’re talking about."
"Well then, let ask."
She glanced over, her palms sweating.
Could this guy really have discovered sothing?
But they were well prepared, as long as they didn’t go to the hospital for an abdominal ultrasound, he definitely couldn’t get solid evidence.
After so secret pondering, Fiona Marshall cald down sowhat.
"Does Mrs. Garcia recognize soone nad William Lee?"
William Lee?
Fiona Marshall’s body swayed, and the composure she had just forcibly maintained shattered instantly.
He... he’d actually found that person?!
In just a few short days...
How had he beco suspicious?
They had been so careful, never having dical check-ups at external hospitals. Those who knew about the incident back then had all been sent away, and there had been no word for so many years...
How had he found out?
"Forgotten?" Seeing that she didn’t speak, and her eyes frantically darted around in obvious panic, Christopher Hart asked with a smile in his voice.
"I don’t know him," Fiona Marshall looked up, determined to resist to the end, "William Lee, Zhang Dashan, I haven’t even heard of them!"
He definitely hadn’t found William Lee.
Otherwise, he would have brought that person directly to expose everything, why would he need to use these tactics to lure out information from her?
Yes, he must not have found him, no evidence, just speculation.
"It’s understandable that you don’t know him, this William Lee... is a benefactor to the Hart Family, to be precise, Wendy’s benefactor, her lifesaver."
Alia Garcia listened, completely confused.
Who was William Lee?
She had been close with the Hart Family since childhood and had never heard of this person, so how could he beco Wendy Hart’s lifesaver?
When had he saved Wendy? And from what?
Alia Garcia felt anxious and curious, secretly thinking these two were making too much fuss. Couldn’t they just finish what they were saying?
"Are you also curious as to how he beca Wendy’s lifesaver?"
Christopher Hart deliberately drew out his tone, intentionally using it to keep Fiona Marshall on edge, making her uncomfortable.
If it wasn’t for her scheming and planning, based on Lily Garcia’s naive sweetness, she wouldn’t even dare to dream of such deception.
So, the real culprit deserving of punishnt was the wretched woman in front of him!
Faced with Christopher Hart’s questioning, Fiona Marshall’s confidence waned even more.
She even regretted impulsively coming to settle the account with Christopher Hart.
"How should I know why..." she replied irritably, and suddenly unguarded, "Wendy Hart has always been sickly since she was little, she should have been dead long ago!"
Christopher Hart’s expression darkened suddenly, no longer beating around the bush, he said bluntly, "Because the person who donated a kidney to Wendy that year was William Lee, not your daughter Lily Garcia!"
What?!
Alia Garcia’s toy fell from her hands in shock, and she turned to look at them, dumbfounded.
What did that an?
The person who donated a kidney to save Wendy Hart years ago, wasn’t Lily Garcia?
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