Chapter 93: Who is telling the truth?
Evelyn announced and I watched from the stage as a smirk morphed itself onto her lips in a split second. She reached into her purse and pulled out her phone with a smug look plastered across her face.
I immediately knew what was coming.
Sure enough, a recording started playing and I recognised her voice coming through the speakers, loud and clear.
"Aren’t you afraid that I’m going to make her life a living hell? Aren’t you scared of what we might do?" Evelyn’s sharp and icy voice warned and the image of her smug face from that day in my office popped into my head. "We could fire her and she would lose her job, you wouldn’t like that, would you?"
Shortly after, I heard my own voice echoing in the studio for everyone to hear.
"I don’t care what you do to her. She doesn’t consider me as her daughter so she’s not my mother either," I declared resolutely, my tone laced with finality. "You can have her if you want. Do whatever you want, it won’t affect me or change my mind," I added coldly.
The recording ended abruptly with the sound of a beep and people were left in shock as whispers and murmurs filled the air once again. Everyone was jumping to criticise me for what I said, as if she did not just threaten me in that audio. Somehow I am the bad guy.
"How could she say that about her own mother?"
"Exactly! How could someone be so heartless? She typically looks so friendly and innocent, I didn’t expect someone like her to turn out this way, what a shame..."