บททั้งหมดของ Betrayed by my Ex-husband; Married to my Heart Donor: บทที่ 71 - บทที่ 80

Camila shifted her gaze from the second man to the first man, her brows pulling together slowly. “What are you trying to say? I clearly told you I rammed into a wall on the underground road.” The first man stepped forward, tapping the front of her car. “Evidence. How do you expect us to believe that when there isn't any evidence?”Camila clenched and unclenched her fist. This was the part of everything she didn't know how to answer.“Ma'am, we are sorry but you have to come to the station for questioning.” The second officer said, his gaze fixated on her.Camila shook her head, taking a step back. “I fucking didn't hit her. You ask for evidence why I stayed on the underground road longer than I should but do you have evidence that I rammed into her?”She wasn't going to follow them to the station for any reason. Her going there would be nothing but a death sentence as a lot of rumors would start speculating and her getting out of the whole mess would be even harder.The first officer

Camila snapped her gaze up and before her stood Braden with a tablet in hand.He bowed his head slightly. “I'm really sorry. I didn't know when the news circulated. It's an oversight on me.”A line appeared in between Camila's brow. “Which news?” Braden took a step back. “You didn't know about the news?” Camila stretched her hand towards him. “Hand the tablet over.” Braden pushed the tablet behind his back. “It's nothing serious, ma'am. HR is already handling it. You don't have to worry about anything.” Camila got to her feet. “Don't make me repeat myself.” “Ma'am, you don't have to see it. It is going to—”Camila covered the distance between them and snatched the tablet from his grip before he could blink.The headline that stared back at her left her numb for half a second. “Marrige controversy; Mrs. Griffin or Mrs. Winston?” She clicked the video under it with shaky fingers.“Hello everyone, it's still your favourite journalist, Theresa.” A well polished voice flooded the roo

Camila turned towards the door immediately. She didn't know whether she should be happy or nervous to see Michael after all she had just used his name to lie.“Thank Goodness, you are here doctor. You saved me a lot of stress.” Serena said, ignoring his question completely.“Ma'am, did you not get my question?” Michael asked as he approached them.“Good morning, doctor. I woke up a few minutes ago, not yet up to an hour.” Serena replied, forcing out a practiced smile. “Oh that's good to know, how are you feeling now? Do you feel any pain in any part of your body?” Michael demanded when he stopped in front of them.Serena shook her head. “I'm fine, doctor. What about my son?” “Mother, how many times will I tell you that Philip is okay.” Camila said before Michael could reply.Serena turned sharply towards her. “I don't remember directing the question towards you.” “Mother, so you don't even believe me anymore?” Camila queried, feigning sadness.Serena shot her a glare. “You aren't a

Camila's breath caught sharply.“Mrs. Winston, did you really leave Mr. Griffin because he was having financial issues?” “Mrs. Winston, did you really abandon your three months old baby for money?”“Mrs. Winston, did you really fake your death to escape your marriage?”“Mrs. Winston, I heard you caused the accident of Mr. Griffin's new wife and your baby. How true is that?”“Mrs. Winston, why did you throw your Ex-husband into prison?”“Mrs. Winston, do you really think you are fit to be a mother?” “Mrs. Winston, so you believe money is stronger than family and love right?” Camila's mind spun as a lot of ‘Mrs. Winston, do you keep coming from different angles?Braden tried to shield her but they overpowered him within seconds and pushed him out of the elevator.The camera lights kept flashing from all angles and she couldn't shield herself no matter how much she tried.“Mrs. Winston, can you say something to the audience?”“Mrs. Winston, silence isn't going to save you.”“You are a

Camila barely had time to react before thousands of reporters clamored around her.In the blink of an eye, the sound of the camera's shuttering filled her ear drums and the bright light from the cameras trying to blind her.Braden tried to shield her from the camera. “This is a private floor, trespassing isn't allowed.” “Private floor?” One of the reporters repeated. “Oh, I really didn't know that but what the hell are you doing alone with Mr. Winston's wife on a private floor.”“Oh yeah! It's a private floor, probably Mrs. Winston's private floor, so what are you doing here?” Another reporter fired.Braden snickered. “Are you all just insane or delusional? I'm Mr. Winston's secretary.”Silence fell onto the hallway for a second and suddenly as the silence took over, most of the reporters burst into laughter.“What? Did you think we didn't know that?” Another reporter asked.“Then get the hell out of here!” Braden snarled, his voice cold. “I wouldn't mind letting Winston's lawyer hav