Chapter 818
Briana didnât know how to comfort the girls, so she turned to Cornelia with a pleading look. âCornelia, can you come over here?â
Cornelia rushed over and heard Briana say. âCornelia, theyâre all mally scared, and itâs like they canât bear me
Comelia glanced at the girls, their expressions blank and distant, âDonât sweat it, Bri Letâs figure this out.â
As they were talking, the girls suddenly closed their eyes and started falling backwards like dominoes, like they had lost consciousness Good thing they were already squalling or they wouldâve hurt themselves falling like that.
This was new to Comelia, she didnât know what to do for a moment, but she quickly got a grip, âBri, call an ambulance and the police, quick!â
While Brana was on the phone, Cornelia crouched down to check their breathing and heartbeats.
They were still breathing, so they could still be saved, and Cornelia breathed a sigh of relief. But why the hell would healthy girls just faint like that?
As Cornelia was pondering, she spotted a printed note behind the girls [Ms. Stewart, I regret that this is the only way I can communicate with you I wanted to talk face to face, but since you wonât see me, I guess Iâll have to do it this way. Your husband, Marcus, oh, more accurately, your husband is Jeremy Marcus and Jeremy, one took their grandfatherâs last name, the other their grandmotherâs, theyâre completely different people. Why would you think theyâre the same person?]
At this point, Cornelia was pissed. These cowards, hiding in the shadows, could only do diny tricks.
Cornelia didnât know if the cowards were still around, or if they could hear her, but she had to speak up.
She wanted to tell everyone, âMarcus is Marcus! Jeremy is Jeremy! They are two completely different people! If you know about Jeremy, you must be affiliated with the Hartley family. Why would someone from the Hartley family slander Marcus?â
*Slander?â A voice echoed from the loudspeaker as if responding to Corneliaâs words, âMs. Stewart, your husband Jeremy is dead, killed by Marcus. If you donât want to avenge your husband, thatâs fine. But youâve mistaken your husbandâs killer for your husband. Jeremy is watching your actions and cursing you to never find happinessâ
âBullshit!â Briana, who had just finished calling the police, erupted uncontrollably, âBrennen, if you curse my brother and Cornelia again, I swear Iâll curse your whole family to die on the streets, with no one to even pick up your bodies.â
She turned to Cornelia again, Cornelia, this guy is a master manipulator. You absolutely canât believe what he says. Never ever believe him. Not long after my brother was born, my grandmother created two identities for him. One called Marcus, the other Jeremy. Marcus and Jeremy are both my brother, donât believe anyone else.â
âHe thinks a few words will break us?â Cornelia lifted her head slightly, looking around. There were three security cameras in the area.
Cornelia wasnât sure which camera the man on the other end was watching from, so she addressed each one, âDo you think Iâd trustâa man who wonât even show his face, or my husband?â
The voice continued, âBetween âMarcus and Jeremy are the same person and Jeremy was killed by Marcus, you chose to believe Marcus and Jeremy are the same person, and not that Marcus is a criminal who harmed Jeremy. Iâm not surprised at all. Marcus, a man many women dream of, suddenly becoming your husband, like luck dropping into your hands Of course youâd want to believe heâs your husbandâ
With every word, he tried to paint Cornelia as a woman who would ignore the truth for material gain.