Our Billion-Worth Twins by Velvet Antler novel Chapter 734

Chapter 734

"She lost her daughter. How are you going to compensate for her loss? Is the life of a living human being something that can be replaced by money to you profiteers? That's someone's life!

"I'm going to write about every detail once I get back so that everyone knows what VSA Group is truly like!

"You should all be in jail, so no one would fall victim to your wrongdoings!"

Someone in the crowd shouted and provoked the rest of the reporters in an instant. They all glared at Catelyn in disgust as though she was the one who built the apartments and killed someone.

Catelyn ignored them and continued to stare at the woman. "If I'm not mistaken, I remember that the person who got cancer from staying in one of the apartments was a man. Madam, are you mistaken, perhaps? Could your daughter be living in another residential building?"

"I... I remember nothing wrong! It's your building!"

"In that case, we've made a mistake and failed to compensate you. Please tell me the apartment type and number so that I can discuss this with our CEO to see how we can settle this," Catelyn continued.

"It's...been so long! How can I remember?" The woman's eyes lit up at the mention of compensation before she resumed shouting and screaming.

Catelyn glared at her sharply. "Your daughter died of cancer and you seem certain that it's caused by the formaldehyde level inside the apartment, yet you can't even remember the floor and unit number of the unit where all that happened? Is this how you claim to seek justice for your daughter?"

The woman opened her mouth but was not sure what to say and her face began to pale.

"Maybe you aren't one of the victims and are here to try and scam us into paying you off?" Catelyn pressed on.

"..." The woman remained quiet.

The reporters quickly realized something was wrong.

"It can't be, right? Her daughter died because of that apartment, yet she doesn't even remember the unit number?"

"Is she possibly a scammer?"

"sh*t. She's using our sympathy as a weapon! It's our responsibility to report profiteers, but we aren't going to be manipulated!"

"You're all overthinking this! Her daughter was killed, so it's only natural she doesn't want to think about it!" Suddenly, the man who tried to incite the crowd shouted and caught the attention of the middle-aged woman.

She straightened her back and clenched her chest as she wailed, "I don't want your accursed money! Your apartment cost me my daughter, and I'm heartbroken... I don't want to think or talk about that place; of course the memory of the details faded!

"You! You're the ones who killed my daughter!"