"What are you talking about? Natalie, stop making excuses! Where is my wife? Give me back my wife''s body! I need to give her a proper burial."


    Mr. Wilson put on a show of extreme anger. His fingers trembled, his body shook, and the muscles in his face twitched, creating a terrifying, contorted expression.


    Natalie stood up straight, her voice firm. "Mr. Wilson, you''re the only one who knows where your wife is. I''m young, beautiful, and have my whole life ahead of me. I have no reason to ruin it by murdering someone''s wife."


    "And another thing, if you want to act, please don''t use me for practice. You''ve been ying this game much longer than I have, so you should know exactly what happens when a frame-up falls apart."


    "We all have mouths. If your evidence was so solid, why would you have called the media here? Your only goal was to drag my name through the mud."


    Natalie watched as Mr. Wilson''s face gradually turned pale. She continued, "Mr. Wilson, you can''t just shout at the media or nt a stolen coat to pin a crime on me. If it were that easy, the entire legal profession would go out of business."


    Mr. Wilson was speechless.


    "The Wilson family thinks you can treat me like a pushover because I''ve cut ties with the Scott and Don families. You figured an isted woman would be an easy


    target."


    Mr. Wilson was stunned again. Most people would hide such a thing.


    But Natalie had just admitted it openly in front of the media.


    It was clear she held no lingering attachment to the Scott and Don families.


    In a car outside, Wendy and Colin watched the livestream, tears streaming down their faces.


    "Colin, your sister will never forgive us."


    Colin understood, smiling bitterly. "Mom, we hurt her too deeply. Of course she won''t forgive us. We did unforgivable things to Natalie. Things we wouldn''t even do to a stranger, we did to our own family."


    "From my perspective, if I had been humiliated like that, I would have wanted to kill the person, let alone forgive them."


    Colin was in pain, because he knew Natalie would truly never forgive them. That was why she could speak of it all so calmly, with such conviction.


    The color drained from Wendy''s face. Regret wed at her. If only she hadn''t let those poisonous words fly, perhaps there would still be a bridge back to her daughter. She knew how kind-hearted Natalie was.


    But now, it was toote.


    She bit down hard on her lip, trying down hard


    not to cry out. Natalie had been


    alone since she was a child, without parents who loved her. Even after returning, Wendy hadn''t fulfilled her duties as a mother. Now thatwatali? was in trouble, she had to face it alone, with no one to help her.


    The more Wendy thought about it, the more miserable she felt. She knew Sophia was behind this scheme to frame Natalie, but sh? had no evidence to help. And if Natalie saw her, it would only make things worse.


    Wendy closed her eyes in anguish.


    Joanna had already discovered that thepany was an empty shell and had called to curse her out two nights ago. Wendy had fired back without hesitation. Joanna had said that seeing her end uppletely alone was the oue she most desired.


    So, today, they had made their move against Natalie.


    Wendy was furious, but she knew that for many things, she could only wait for the right moment.


    Back at the police station.


    Mr. Wilson was arguing with the officer. "Officer, Natalie is the murderer! Why haven''t you arrested her?"


    Suddenly, a weathered, cold voice echoed through the hall: "Natalie is not the murderer."