Chapter 1435

Chapter 1435:

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Vicki closed her mouth and didn't dare make another sound.

However, Vicki's words had managed to bring the nanny back to her senses.

The nanny knew that if she admitted to the crime, she was doomed. If she didn't, Vicki would find a way out for herself and her family.

Furthermore, she could not confess her crimes and openly admit that Vicki was the mastermind. She had too much to lose. Her children had been able to buy a house and settle in Ardlens thanks to Vicki's money.

The nanny decided not to let the chain be broken now, so she took a deep breath and firmly said, “Sir, I am innocent. I swear on my life that I never put anything in Austin's milk. “He’s lying.”

The nanny was sure Austin had no proof, so she said brazenly, “I may be poor, but I still have dignity. I refuse to let your son slander me. “I’ve had my fair share of years on this earth, and I don’t mind killing myself to prove my innocence.”

Hearing this, Vicki secretly breathed a sigh of relief. She had chosen this nanny because she was the most cunning and intelligent maid. More importantly, the nanny was the easiest to bribe. Because the nanny's son was so eager to buy a house, he constantly pestered her for money.

But even if the nanny worked every day of her life, her meager salary would not be enough to pay for an expensive house.

So Vicki took the opportunity to tempt the nanny with a generous offer: if the nanny did one thing for her, she would give her the money for the house, no questions asked.

As a result, the nanny was able to buy a nice house for her son in Ardlens, and in turn, her son was finally able to rise in society. Things were starting to look up for the nanny and her family, and she wasn't about to let it go.

Filled with righteous indignation, the nanny insists on her innocence and even offers to bang her head against the wall to prove it. Of course, she was only pretending. Since rich families cared so much about their image, they wouldn't want to make a big deal out of it, especially without proof.

As expected, the bodyguards grabbed the nanny by the arms, preventing her from acting recklessly.

The nanny screamed outrageously, fully embracing the role of victim.

Suddenly, Austin spoke up. “I have proof!”

There was silence. Everyone was stunned. What kind of “proof” could a child have?

Austin took off the whistle he was wearing around his neck and showed it to everyone.

«This is a whistle that can also take pictures. I took pictures of the nanny putting something in my soy milk. I also took pictures of the little bottle she threw away afterwards. It has the name of some kind of clinic on it. Oh, and I also took pictures of the nanny and Vicki alone in a small room.

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