The Wedding Red Sheet Became My Death Parachute Chapter 06

The Wedding Red Sheet Became My Death Parachute Chapter 06

The evidence was irrefutable.

The once-arrogant Grant Sterling deflated like a punctured balloon.

The police officers’ gazes shifted toward them with suspicion.

They immediately took Grant into custody and arranged for the ambulance to transport Amber to

the hospital.

Because it involved Attempted Murder, I went to the precinct to give my statement.

By the time I finished and left the station, it was already dark.

I took a cab straight to the hospital.

Amber’s hospital room was crowded.

Grant’s parents-The Sterlings were huddled around the bed, fussing over her.

Daisy was leaning against the bed, trying to feed Amber a piece of apple.

“Eat this, Auntie Amber. It’ll make the pain go away.”

Amber’s right leg was in a thick cast, suspended high in the air.

Her face was wrapped in gauze, and she was playing the frail victim.

“Thank you, Daisy. I’m okay.”

The Sterlings were sighing and cursing.

“What a tragedy. How could that wicked Evelyn be so cruel? Grant, you need to divorce her right

now! We won’t have such a monster in our family!”

Grant sat nearby, his face clouded with gloom.

“Don’t worry, Mom, Dad. I’m going to make her pay.

I pushed open the door and walked in with a cold smirk.

“Well, isn’t this a cozy family reunion?”

The atmosphere in the room froze instantly.

Grant’s mother lunged up, pointing a finger in my

face.

“You have a lot of nerve showing up here! You ruined Amber! Why aren’t you dead instead?!”

His father grabbed a nearby broom, making as if to hit me.

“Get out! You’re not welcome here!”

Grant glared at me with pure hatred.

“Evelyn, why are you here? To gloat?”

I ignored their yelling and pulled up a chair.

“I’m here to see how a murderer looks in a hospital bed.”

When Amber heard the word “murderer,” her body jolted.

She cried out between sobs, “Evelyn… that video has to be a deepfake! You forced me to do that, didn’t you?! You threatened Grant and Daisy to make me say those things!”

Grant immediately jumped on the excuse.

“Exactly! It’s a fake! You’re so desperate to frame Amber that you’d stoop this low!”

Watching these two idiots deny the truth even at death’s door was almost comical.

“The police will determine if it’s a fake. As for you, Grant…”

I pulled a thick stack of documents from my bag and slapped them across Grant’s face.

Papers scattered everywhere.

“These are the records of you Embezzling Corporate Funds to buy your little Amber houses and cars. Are these ‘deepfakes’ too?”

Grant looked at the papers on the floor, his face turning ashen.

His hands trembled as he picked up a few sheets.

“How… how did you get these?!”

I sneered.

“What goes around comes around. Did you think you were being subtle? I’ve already submitted

these to the court.”

Grant lunged forward, raising his hand to strike me.

“I’ll kill you!”

I didn’t flinch. I slapped him back, hard, right across the face.

The sound silenced the entire room.

Grant’s head snapped to the side, a trickle of blood appearing at the corner of his mouth.

I leaned in, whispering every word clearly.

“Grant, we’re getting a divorce. You’re leaving with nothing. Not only that, but you’re going to pay back every cent you stole. Or you can join Amber in a prison cell.”

His mother, seeing her son hit, tried to claw at my face.

“How dare you hit my son! You monster!”

I shoved her back onto the sofa.

“Watch yourself. I’m not just going to hit him; I’m going to make sure this whole family ends up on

the street.”

Daisy suddenly charged at me, biting down hard on my wrist.

“Don’t hurt my Daddy and Grandma! You’re a bad bitch! I hate you! I want you to die!”

I yanked my hand back, looking at the deep bite marks.

My heart felt cold.

Fine. Good.

Daisy, if you love them so much, you can follow them into the gutter.