The male reporter was speechless.


    "You... you''re just twisting words! No wonder you''re so arrogant, a murderer acting so brazenly!"


    Natalie''s smile was elegant and enchanting. "I''m arrogant because I have a clear conscience. I''ve heard of being narrow-minded, but you''ve taken it to a whole new level. I almost envy that brain of yours. Did they snip it along with the umbilical cord when you were born?"


    The male reporter blinked. Even if he were given a second life, he could nevere up with insults like that.


    He pointed a trembling finger at Natalie. "You, you, you..."


    ""''You'' what? You can''t even form a coherent sentence. Get out of my way. If you have evidence, throw it in my face. If not, stop being a troll. You''re making a fool of yourself."


    "Ah....." The male reporter''s very soul seemed to tremble with rage. What kind of woman was this?


    "Natalie, that''s enough! This is a police station, not a ce for you to act out! I''ve already provided new evidence that proves you killed my wife!" Mr. Wilson, seeing that the livestream had been running for a while, chose this moment to speak up, aiming to push public opinion to its peak.


    "Tsk..." Natalie looked at him and smiled, a dazzling and captivating expression. "Mr. Wilson, if your acting was as good as your scheming, you wouldn''t be standing here right now. I''m starting to think your brain got snipped along with your umbilical cord too."


    "You..." Mr. Wilson was sputtering with rage, his eyes wide.


    "You... you''re just sharp-tongued and silver-tongued...!"


    "I am sharp-tongued, indeed."


    Natalie cut him off again. "Mr. Wilson, when you''re slinging mud at me, the idea that ''the innocent have nothing to fear'' bes a joke. You have the audacity to throw dirt, so why shouldn''t I have the audacity to fire back?"


    "I hope you don''t regret today''s decision. People like you have too much time on your hands, and you use it to set traps for yourselves."


    Natalie didn''t understand these small-minded people. Wouldn''t it be better to use that time to earn some money and feel more secure?


    Their hypocrisy only highlighted her own genuineness.


    Beneath their well-dressed exteriors, they were more monstrous than ghosts.


    "That''s enough! Everyone, quiet down! It has not yet been


    murderer, so what is all this


    determined that Natalie is the


    gemmiption?"an officer chouted


    from behind the crowd.


    Natalie walked toward the officer. Mr. Wilson had probably arranged for reporters to follow the entire


    process today. In that case, she


    didn''t need to do anything but et


    for Mrs. Wilson to arrive. All


    the


    Tumors would then fall apart on their own.


    She still didn''t know what Mrs. Wilson nned to do. She was here to have the woman clear her name.


    As for Mrs. Wilson''s family matters, she could handle those herself.


    The officer said, "Ms. Sanders, take a look. Is this your coat?"


    Natalie nodded slightly. "Yes, that''s my coat. But it was stolen a day ago. I have evidence to prove it was stolen."


    Mr. Wilson''s eyes widened in disbelief.


    Natalie opened her phone and showed a video of a heavily disguised woman


    entering the vi she had previously shared with Sebastian.


    The woman stealthily took Natalie''s coat and left. The coat in her hand was the


    exact same one the officer had found in the basement.


    Mr. Wilson was speechless.


    The officer frowned, his gaze turning severe as he looked at Mr. Wilson. "Mr. Wilson, you and your daughter reported Ms. Sanders. You said you? had new evidence, but this coat was stolen. How did it end up at the scene?"