Chapter 252 Misunderstanding

Meryl was seeing the surveillance video for the first time as well.

To her surprise, from the angle of the footage, it appeared as if she was trying to save Lydia, only to accidentally be dragged down with her.

What a misunderstanding.

This conveniently spared her from having to explain further.

The evidence was right there, clearly showing that Meryl was innocent and that Lydia had framed her.

Lydia had deliberately fallen down the stairs and then cried foul, framing Meryl for pushing her.

But the reality was that Meryl hadn’t touched her at all and had instinctively tried to help her when the incident first happened.

Malcolm, who had once trusted Lydia completely, now looked at her with a mixture of disappointment and shock.

Bianca, too, seemed as if she no longer recognized her daughter.

She couldn’t believe the sweet, innocent girl she had raised would turn out to be like this.

Bianca thought, “Lydia jumped down the stairs without…”

Her plan had seemed foolproof – something that could have destroyed Meryl the same way it had three years ago. She didn’t understand how it all came down to a recording device.

Lydia’s frustration was palpable.

With Dalton remaining silent, Lydia clung to a sliver of hope.

She thought, “Maybe Dalton believes me and is waiting for me to explain. If I can just clear this up…”

Her voice trembled with emotion. “There’s something wrong with this video. That’s not what really happened… It must have been edited. Meryl definitely pushed me; she must have cut out that part.”

Anne looked at her as if she were a fool. “Since yesterday, Meryl has been unconscious in the hospital. I’ve been here all along. How could she possibly do that?”

In her desperation, Lydia raised her voice. “You’re her friend; of course, you’re going to side with her! Maybe you two conspired to edit it just to frame me!”

At this point, Lydia was even trying to drag Anne into her mess.

Dante said with a darkened face, “Anne would never do shady things like that. So, don’t drag her into this.”

Dante was defending Anne, but she wasn’t interested in accepting his help. “You know me well, Mr. Paltrow, but please don’t meddle where you’re not needed, okay?”

Dante thought, “Is Anne deliberately distancing herself from me in front of everyone, calling me ‘Mr. Paltrow‘ like that?”