Chapter 251 The Recorder
Upon hearing this, Malcolm began to stammer.
Anne mocked, “Some people shouldn’t act like they’re wise due to their age, claiming to be a father while failing to fulfill even one day of a father’s responsibility. Mr. Stone, whenever Lydia cries, you turn to scold Meryl. Which one of them is your daughter? Or is Lydia actually your mistress, so you take special care of her?”
Malcolm glared fiercely at Anne. “You’re talking nonsense. Shut the fuck up.”
Dante looked at Malcolm. “Watch your words.”
Malcolm thought, “What bad luck! I can’t afford to offend any of these people.”
Bianca, feeling displeased, interjected, “Alright, Lydia, wipe your tears, and don’t hide in your dad’s arms. You’re a grown woman. You should know the difference in gender and don’t let people gossip.”
Anne’s words reminded Bianca. She thought, “Although I watched Lydia grow up, she has no blood relation to Malcolm. Even a biological daughter keeps her distance from her father as she grows up, let alone an adopted daughter. It’s natural for a father to dote on his daughter, but Malcolm is too kind to Lydia.”
Bianca had seen them hiding from her more than once, whispering secretively. Once the seed of suspicion was planted, it began to sprout wildly in her mind. Before, Bianca only felt that they had a good father-daughter relationship, but the more she thought about it, the more strange it seemed.
Lydia was stunned, thinking, “Is it wrong for Malcolm to help me wipe my tears?”
Fearing that Dalton would misunderstand, she cautiously glanced at him. However, Dalton stood there, his gaze uncertain and lost in thought.
Meryl looked coldly at the farce unfolding before her. “Lydia, what reason do I have for pushing you?”
Lydia began to fabricate stories, trying her best to make Meryl appear despicable in everyone’s eyes. “You married Chandler, but you don’t want to give up on Dalton. You think I’m obstructing your plans by being near Dalton, and on top of that, I took away our parents‘ love, so you want me dead.”
As soon as those words left her mouth, everyone’s expressions changed. Lydia’s accusations offended everyone on Meryl’s behalf.
“That’s utter nonsense.”
After saying this, Meryl slowly pulled a recorder out of her pocket. She said calmly, “Actually, I recorded everything that happened yesterday.”
Lydia was taken aback, her eyes fixed on the recorder. “How could Meryl carry a recorder with her? Now that recorders can also have video functions, wouldn’t that mean everything about the incident was captured on camera?”
“Lydia, are you scared?” Meryl looked at her and sneered, “If you beg me nicely now, I might consider…”
Before she could finish, Dalton, who had been silent, suddenly walked over and took the recorder from Meryl’s hand.
Chandler narrowed his eyes, thinking Dalton was going to destroy the evidence. Just as Chandler was about to snatch the recorder back, Dalton pressed the play button instead.
“Meryl, you married Chandler, so give Dalton back to me, okay? Why did you come back from prison? Why did you come home? If it weren’t for you, I would be our parents‘ only daughter, and Dalton would be mine. Meryl, Dalton is mine, and Mom and Dad’s love is also mine. Do you think you’ve won? No, I won’t let you take what belongs to me.”
Last night, their conversation in the stairwell was all recorded. The high-definition camera captured every one of Lydia’s expressions clearly. In the final moment, Lydia glanced in a certain direction. Then, she deliberately pretended to be pushed by Meryl and rolled down the stairs, but Meryl hadn’t even touched her.
The entire course of events was now crystal clear. The small recorder laid everything out for everyone to see. And it seemed that Meryl was trying to pull Lydia back up, due to her momentum, she got pulled down the stairs instead.
Lydia’s heart sank, and her face turned pale.
“Damn it. Lydia, you really have no shame.” Anne glared at Lydia and cursed, “You framed Meryl, and she was still trying to save you. How could you so ruthlessly throw dirt on her? You’re truly malicious.”