As soon as Jane finished speaking, the whole room erupted in a commotion.
Queena’s pupils contracted and she unconsciously looked back at Jane. How could Jane know? But soon, Queena regained her composure and glared angrily at Jane. She didn’t care about her image anymore; she even had the urge to kill Jane.
“What… what are you talking about?! If you say that this scar isn’t from when I fell off the cliff, then show me some evidence! If not, you’re just slandering me! Slandering!” Queena seemed to only repeat these words over and over again. There was even a hint of satisfaction in her eyes along with a faint confidence.
She was certain that Jane couldn’t produce any evidence.
If she could prove that she was still Candy, then Patrick would never leave her… never!
“If I didn’t have any evidence, would I have come here today?” With Jane’s lowered eyes fixed on Queena’s face, she felt uneasy and didn’t know where to look.
Jane saw this reaction from Queena and knew exactly what was going on. She turned towards the entrance where a waiter stood guard by the door and said loudly, “Go ahead; bring that young lady up here.”
Who else was coming?
Queena forgot how to cry for a moment as she subconsciously looked out towards the door with tears streaming down her face.
Soon enough, an woman in her thirties with blonde hair walked over towards them. As soon as Queena saw her for just one second though, alarm bells rang inside of her head immediately!
Wasn’t this…the doctor who helped create those scars?
What was she doing here?
When Jane saw the woman approaching them though, she nodded her head before facing everyone else saying, “This took me quite some time to find but this is Dr. Rose who helped create those scars on Queena’s body.”
She looked at Rose while smiling before continuing, “I believe no one knows better than Miss Rose how Queena got those scars.”
The woman took the microphone, pondered for a moment, and subconsciously glanced at the surprised Queena. After a pause, she spoke, “It’s like this. The scars on this young lady’s back are not actually the result of a simple fall, but rather, someone approached me earlier and asked me to disguise them using a specially crafted potion and materials.”
Antony narrowed his eyes tightly while staring intently at Rose but nobody noticed him since everyone else was too surprised by what they were hearing regarding Queena’s “scam”.
“Jane,” Antony whispered under his breath. “Let’s see where this goes.”
He wasn’t planning on wasting too much time though so he quickly turned around before walking away briskly without looking back again.
“And,” Rose paused, then said something even more surprising, “that person also said that I should intentionally make these disguised wounds look exactly like scars left after falling off a cliff.”
The audience was in an uproar, and the whispers were clearly audible to Queena.
“I never thought that Queena would be such a person. She can even disguise someone else’s first love. She’s really shameless…”
“I told you before, how could she be a good person? I thought it was ridiculous for Patrick to be with her.”
“But wait, what about Jane?”
“Didn’t you hear what they just said? This is all just a setup. And let me tell you, this couple has been working hard on their act…”
These voices weren’t particularly loud or soft, but they were enough to drive Queena crazy.
She looked at the doctor defiantly and felt full of anger. Her eyes glared red at Jane; she absolutely couldn’t let everything she had easily obtained slip away again!
Even now she still struggled desperately as if she didn’t take the doctor’s words seriously at all; she just stared at Jane.
“Jane! Do you think that with only one doctor’s testimony, your claims are true? Am I not Candy? Let me tell you: no one knows better than me about what happened between Patrick and me!”
“If I’m not Candy, then tell me how did I know about Patrick being kidnapped back then?”
It seemed like some people never learn…
Jane shook her head helplessly but confidently looked at her while raising an eyebrow slightly.
“That’s because you were one of the kidnappers’ daughter back then. You witnessed the whole process of Patrick and Candy being kidnapped yourself. Someone who knows both cause and effect can use this event to deceive others years later without anyone noticing it. Am I right?”
Queena was shocked by this revelation; cold sweat broke out on her forehead but still tried to deny it by shaking her head forcefully, “What are you talking about? How could I possibly be one of the kidnappers’ daughter?! Jane! You’ll face legal consequences for slandering my name!”
“Slandering your name?! Are you still talking about slander?”
Jane found Queena’s stubbornness somewhat baffling; she didn’t know how someone could hold out until this point.
“It seems like some people never learn… Mr. Bombardo, please come out.”
Jane shouted towards the entrance, and soon a middle-aged man in his fifties slowly walked over. Queena looked at him with confusion as she had no recollection of ever meeting this person before.
“Queena, you may not believe it, but this is one of the police officers who was responsible for Patrick’s kidnapping case. I went to the police station several times for you, and now the officer who investigated the case is here. He wouldn’t be lying, would he?” Jane said.
After speaking, Jane handed the phone to the middle-aged man.
The man took the phone and truthfully stated, “I was one of the police officers in charge of the Pansy family kidnapping case fifteen years ago. Mr. Pansy reported that his grandson had been abducted by someone and after our relentless efforts we finally found a child named Patrick in a remote mountain village.”
“There were four kidnappers captured altogether; one was in their thirties and appeared to be a local resident from that village,” he continued.
As Queena listened to all this information, her body froze up with fear; she couldn’t move at all as bone-chilling coldness crept through her body causing beads of sweat to form on her forehead.
She could never forget that day when they handcuffed her father before taking him away; her stepmother tried distancing herself from him out of fear for going to jail so much so that after making breakfast for Queena on one morning, she never came back again.
But at that time, Queena only felt relieved because no one would hit or scold her anymore, including now where she thought she could start anew without any more trouble coming up unexpectedly like some cop trying to ruin everything!
The man paused briefly before recalling from memory, “During our questioning process, we learned that Jim was actually the name of that villager who confessed there were two children under their care besides themselves, his wife Louise and daughter Queena.”