Chapter 95 – It Was Me Who Kidnapped Caroline
“You… you…” Elizabeth stammered, her legs nearly giving out as she staggered back. “Where did you get this?!”
She rushed forward, her hands reaching for the document, but Caroline didn’t flinch. Instead, she calmly extended it toward her.
“Here, take it. Tear it up if you want. I don’t care,” Caroline said, her voice cool and controlled. “Elizabeth, the more you act like this, the more you show how guilty you are.”
Elizabeth froze mid-action, her hands suspended in the air as the full weight of the situation hit her. How had Caroline gotten a copy of her bank transfer records? Such private information required significant authority to access. There was no way Caroline could have done it on her own.
“This is fake. It has to be fake!” Elizabeth quickly shifted tactics, her voice rising with panic. “You forged this to frame me! You’re so conniving, so cruel!”
Caroline remained unfazed. “Whether it’s real or not is easy to prove. It doesn’t matter what I say or what you claim. The truth lies in someone else’s hands.”
She turned toward David, her gaze unwavering. “You should take a look at this.” She extended the document toward him. “On the day I was kidnapped, Elizabeth’s account transferred money twice to the same stranger.”
Caroline’s mind raced as she recalled the thug’s words—the one who had mentioned someone paying 700,000 USD for the child in her womb. Those two transfers, small in comparison, were likely just the deposit. The rest of the money would have been transferred later, likely through non-personal accounts, given the large sum involved.
But that was secondary. The two deposits alone were irrefutable evidence.
David accepted the document, his expression neutral as his eyes scanned the amounts and timestamps.
Elizabeth, now frantic, stepped forward. “Mr. Ellison, don’t let her fool you! This is a forgery! Why would I transfer money to a stranger without reason? She’s trying to frame me, ruin us, drive a wedge between us!”
David said nothing, his focus entirely on the document.
Caroline, however, tilted her head slightly, her voice light but pointed. “If you’re so confident it’s fake, why did you immediately try to destroy it instead of denying it outright?”
“I… I…” Elizabeth stammered, her eyes darting to the ground as she struggled for a coherent response.
Her eyes met Caroline’s, and for the first time, Caroline saw the raw hatred there. This vile woman, Elizabeth must have been thinking. She actually managed to dig up evidence against me!
“David, go ahead and verify it,” Caroline said calmly. “There’s no point in arguing.”
She trusted Nash, and she trusted that the documents he provided were authentic. Elizabeth’s frantic reaction only confirmed it.
David casually set the papers aside, leaning back in his chair. His gaze remained fixed on Elizabeth, sharp and unrelenting.
Under his piercing stare, Elizabeth faltered. Her body swayed, her composure completely unraveling.
David’s voice cut through the silence, calm but firm. “Do you have anything else to say?” He asked, his words carrying a weight that seemed to press down on her.
Elizabeth opened her mouth, but no words came out.
David didn’t wait for her to gather herself. “Did you arrange for Caroline to be kidnapped?”
“Mr. Ellison, please, listen to me!” Elizabeth pleaded, her voice cracking as she tried to salvage what little was left of her dignity.
David interrupted her sharply, his voice laced with menace. “Yes or no!”
His cold command rang out through the room, and Elizabeth flinched, her body trembling as she hesitated. Time seemed to stretch as the pressure mounted, until finally, she slumped in defeat, her voice barely a whisper.
“…Yes,” she admitted, the words escaping her lips like a confession from the deepest part of her soul. “I did it.”
David’s reaction was immediate. He had been lounging casually, but now, he sat upright in one swift movement, his body tense with anger. His legs uncrossed as he stood abruptly, his posture radiating suppressed fury.
Startled by his sudden movement, Elizabeth’s legs buckled, and she collapsed onto the couch, her whole body trembling uncontrollably.
Desperately, she scrambled toward him, her hands reaching out to clutch at his pant leg, as though seeking any shred of mercy.
“Mr. Ellison, I… I wasn’t thinking clearly…” she began, her voice faltering. “It was just a moment of madness…”
