Substitute Her to Love You (Charlotte and Patrick)

Chapter 402

Before I played the recording, I didn't say anything.

After I played the recording, all the reporters looked confused.

Seeing their reaction, I wasn't surprised. Instead, I said calmly, "You surely are quite curious about what this is, right? Let me tell you, the one that killed Rosy isn't me but my adopted father, Jeremy Archer. Here is the evidence showing how he killed his mother!"

Hearing this, all the reporters below the stage were shocked. And they began to whisper.

Later, I showed news back then covering that medical equipment in the Second Hospital were unqualified, telling the reporters excitedly, "Speaking of the medical equipment which had been found out to be unqualified, unexpectedly, my adopted father bribed the doctor in the Second Hospital then and now the Vice Dean, Matt Parma, asking him to treat my grandmother with the unqualified medical equipment! This is what my adopted father did!"

"Do you have any evidence?"

At this time, a reporter couldn't help but ask a question.

As soon as he spoke, others echoed, "Yeah! You can show us a fake recording with ease. We're reporters. Do you think that we don't even know this?"

"Liar! Do you think we'll believe you after you do so? What is the point of your injury test report? The injury test report can be fake too!"

Some of the reporters below the stage directly began to swear.

"Be quiet!" At this moment, Loraine spoke to preside over the preference conference. After that, she turned around and asked, "Miss Nolan, is this all that you want to say?"

As a matter of fact, I originally wanted to say some.

I had hoped that Matt would come out and testify.

However, he didn't come. And there was nothing I could do!

So I could only helplessly nod my head and tell Loraine, "Yeah."

Although Loraine sympathized with me slightly, she turned her head around and told the reporters, "Time for the reporters to raise questions." Exclusive content © by Nô(v)el/Dr/ama.Org.

Hearing this, all the reporters were excited!

Immediately, someone asked, "Miss Nolan, can you tell me how you felt when you wanted to kill your adoptive parents?"

"Just now, I said it..."

"The fact that you said it just now doesn't mean we have to believe you. You can't prove strongly with your evidence that you didn't do this."

This case hadn't gone through court yet. And the information couldn't be disclosed. For a while, I didn't know what to say.

However, this was only the beginning.

All the reporters began to ask me questions crazily. Ignoring my previous clarification, they repeated what was circulating online over and over again.

In the beginning, I explained to them.

Although I explained to them over and over again, the reporters, who weren't convinced, continued to raise trickier and harsher questions.

They asked me various questions one after another, such as the thoughts on my mind when I tried to kill the two biological sisters of mine, and so on.

I was on the verge of a mental breakdown.

I asked myself repeatedly in my heart, "What should I do?"

As I felt desperate and wanted to run away in despair, the door to the press conference room

was suddenly pushed open!

Outside the door, there stood two people.

They were Michael and Matt.

Upon seeing the two of them, I, who was original helpless, suddenly felt overjoyed in my heart.

I was somewhat hopeful!

All the reporters, who were originally asking me questions in excitement, turned their heads in unison and looked at the two of them.

I heard them whispering, "Who are they?"

Neither the two of them said anything. Michael walked inside with strides. And Matt behind him looked extremely unhappy. Standing there with a reluctant look on his face, he wasn't willing to lift his feet.

At this time, Michael turned around and glanced at him, making Matt shiver all over. Then he stepped forward and walked toward the podium.

Instead of continuing to walk forward, Matt didn't move until Matt came to his side.

Michael went to the forefront, held the wireless microphone on the side, and turned on the switch, saying, "Hello, my name is Michael Blake, the attorney of the case you all are concerned about."

After introducing himself, he took out a USB stick from the bag in his hands and inserted it into my computer, saying, "Next, I will show you some pieces of evidence that can be revealed to the public."

After Michael finished his words, he clicked open a file on the computer.

At this moment, Loraine's men helped turn on the projection behind us.

I saw a lot of photos taken by the police and DNA test results on the projection.

The reporters under the stage looked at the projections quietly. And for a time, they couldn't say anything.

However, some of them, who didn't want to give up, asked, "How can we believe that you are showing us the authentic evidence?"

Hearing this, Michael sat up straight and sneered, "I get all the evidence from the police. Based on your question, you doubt that the police provide us with fake evidence ."

Hearing Michael's reply, the reporters dared not speak.

Michael listed all the evidence out and glanced at the reporters below, "Do you have any other questions?"

The reporters looked at each other.

They all stopped talking.

At this time, Michael looked at Matt on the side, "Vice Dean Parma, it's your turn."

Matt stood there with a look of embarrassment on his face.

Matt was dressed in a gray-blue jacket, a pair of sweatpants, and a pair of sneakers, looking casual.

It was as if someone had forcibly dragged him over here while he was doing morning running.

Hearing how Michael called Matt, all the reporters under the stage suddenly understood who Matt was!

All of a sudden, they all aimed the cameras at him!

Matt lowered his head, clenched his hands into fists. The conference room was not hot at all. But I could clearly see a layer of sweat on Matt's forehead.

"Vice Dean Parma?" Michael raised his voice, shouted once again, and handed Matt the microphone he had used just now.

This time, Matt finally moved.

He raised his hand to take the microphone over and looked at the audience with a dull look. Then he opened his mouth as if he had made up his mind, "I'm Matt Parma. I testify that what Janetta said just now is true."

After that, he dropped the microphone and left.

What Matt said was simple.

However, his words explained all.

All the devices recorded the whole process.

Because of the appearance of Michael and Matt, the press conference took a turn for the better. And I was out of danger.

I felt relaxed and told the reporters about my miserable past, such as others were mean to mewhen I arrived at the Archer Family, Rosy sincerely regarded me as his granddaughter and took care of me attentively, and so on.

When I become sentimental while recalling my past, I couldn't help but shed tears.

After everything was over, the reporters dispersed one after another. Seeing that Michael was about to leave, I caught up with him. "Lawyer Michael, thank you very much for what you did today."

"I said what I knew."

Michael stood there without any extra expression on his face.

Thinking of what happened before, I couldn't help asking, "Didn't you say that Shelton didn't want you to testify for me? What is the reason? You..."

"That's none of your business." He directly interrupted me and didn't continue. Raising his hand and looking at the watch on his wrist, he said, "I have an appointment later. I have to go now."

After that, he turned around and walked to the gate without stopping for a moment.

After Loraine and I finished paying the rest of the bills, I browsed the social websites for a while on my cell phone.

Sure enough, after Michael and Matt appeared at the press conference, the trend of the public opinion was all changing.