The hidden billionaire heiress (Lyra Melvin) novel Chapter 77

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.