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Jennifer nodded, graciously accepting their interview, “Go ahead. I have nothing to hide.”

“You’ve mentioned that you and Mr. Freeman were in love. If that was the case, why didn’t you two get married? What caused the change? Where were you when Sheena married Mr. Freeman? Why didn’t you intervene?”

“Additionally, could you shed some light on the circumstances of your injuries? Were you targeted because you were a homewrecker? Would you be willing to disclose some details?” “And-”

“That’s enough!” Jennifer interrupted, appearing displeased.

Those reporters were unyielding and continued asking her harsh questions, showing no regard for her as an injured party.

Jennifer was infuriated!

However, she realized she lost her cool and cleared her throat, saying, “I’m sorry, but I’m not feeling well. Let’s end the interview here for today.”

With that, she closed her eyes, dismissing the reporters from disturbing her further.

“Jennifer has spoken enough today and she needs to rest. If you have any questions, direct them to me,” Vanessa said, leading the reporters out of the ward.

In the corridor, she continued to face the piercing questions.

“The questions you asked just now concern our family’s private matters and the privacy between Jennifer and Mr. Freeman. We refuse to answer them. Please understand,” Vanessa replied,

maintaining a distant tone.

“What about the incident with Ms. Moore’s injuries?”

“We have evidence strongly indicating Sheena’s involvement in this matter.‘

Then, Vanessa took the microphone, adding resolutely, “We’ll make sure she pays the price for hurting our precious daughter!”

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Vanessa frowned, bluntly refusing, “We have handed everything over to the police. The truth will be revealed soon enough.”

The reporters sensed her reluctance to discuss further and wrapped up the interview hastily.

Sheena drove her new Passat, speeding on her way to work. She managed to catch the entire live news broadcast and could not help but scoff.

The feigned affection of the mother–daughter duo was sickening.

Nevertheless, if it was a war they wanted, Sheena was more than willing to give it to them.

Just after turning the corner, Sheena spotted Wendy standing under a road sign, looking anxious and scanning the road.

Sheena pulled over right next to her, rolled down the window, and asked, “Need a ride?”

“No, no, Ms. Sheena, I was intentionally waiting for you along your route to work,” Wendy’s face was filled with concern as she replied, “You’re still trending online, and people are discussing you endlessly. Some reporters and overly agitated crowds have blocked the company entrance, demanding an explanation from you.”

Then, she suggested, “This situation is much more intense than last time. Maybe you shouldn’t go to the office. It might be better to lay low at home until it’s safe.”

“No need. I’m not the type to hide and lay low,” Sheena retorted.

Sheena ignited the engine again, and Wendy became anxious.

“Ms. Sheena, where are you going?” Wendy pounded on the car window, attempting to stop her.

“To give them the explanation they want.”

Sheena stomped on the gas pedal and drove away, leaving Wendy coughing and her eyes teary from the smoke and dust.

By the time Wendy regained her senses, Sheena’s car had disappeared from view.

“Oh no, this is bad! Ms. Sheena’s all alone. What should I do?” Wendy was in despair, unsure of what to do