The Seat Swap That Got Me Harassed To Death Chapter 08
Emily stumbled backward and collapsed onto the couch.
Her eyes darted around the room. She didn’t dare look anyone in the eye.
She’d never expected me to have this much evidence.
And she certainly never imagined that the trap she’d so carefully prepared for me would become the stage for her own public trial.
The older woman froze, then craned her neck toward the transaction records.
“All that money went into private accounts. You really pocketed it?”
The man in glasses’ expression began to change. His brows drew together.
“Emily, didn’t you say every dollar was going to the kids in the mountains?”
Emily’s lips trembled as she frantically shook her head.
“She’s lying! Those were all legitimate operating expenses!”
I flipped to the third page and read it aloud, calmly and slowly.
“Seventy-three thousand dollars in operating expenses over three years.”
I looked at her.
“That’s a lot, don’t you think?”
“Emily, was your charity image built with your own money, or did you build it with everyone else’s kindness?”
The livestream chat exploded again.
“TWELVE MILLION, AND ONLY $320,000 WENT TO CHARITY??? “
“Even the worst corporate sharks aren’t this greedy. She used people’s kindness to make money. That’s disgusting!”
Seeing everything turn against her, Emily suddenly jumped to her feet and reached for the livestream equipment.
I stepped forward and blocked her.
“What? You don’t want your followers to know the truth?”
The police officer looked over the documents, his expression grave.
“These records appear to be legitimate. Ms. Emily, you’re suspected of fraud, and the amount involved is substantial.”
Emily’s legs gave out.
She collapsed back onto the couch.
“No! That’s not true! Claire forged all of this!”
The witnesses exchanged uneasy looks.
Then one of them confronted her.
“Emily, we stood up for you because we believed you were a good person. Are you seriously telling us all those donations were fake?”
The comments kept pouring in, but the tide had completely turned.
“So the charity image was fake too? Then what about the poisoning?”
Others were still trying to defend her.
“Don’t jump to conclusions. Even if she lied about the charity, that doesn’t prove she poisoned anyone.”
The older woman hesitated, then stubbornly spoke up.
“Fine, maybe there’s something wrong with the donations. But I really did eat the cookies, and nothing happened to me.”
The man in glasses nodded too, though his voice wasn’t nearly as confident anymore.
“I ate two of them. I feel completely fine too…”
Emily suddenly looked up as if she’d found her last lifeline.
“Exactly! You all ate my cookies, and nothing happened to you!”
She turned toward the camera, forcing confidence into her voice.
“My illness came from her seat! Her medical report is fake!”
I stood to the side, watching her cling desperately to her last excuse.
Then I spoke quietly.
“Are you sure you’re really fine?”
The older woman slapped a hand against her chest.
“I’m perfectly fine! Never felt better!”
The man in glasses adjusted his frames and nodded firmly.
“If I were sick, would I still be standing here? I’m eating fine, sleeping fine. There’s nothing wrong with me!”
The moment he finished speaking, the older woman suddenly grabbed her stomach.
Her face went deathly white.
“Ow…”
The man in glasses turned toward her.
Before he could say another word, a sharp wave of pain twisted through his own stomach.
He doubled over, clutching his abdomen.
“God, that hurts. What’s happening to me…?”