Chapter 4I Send A Family To Jail

I no longer cared about keeping my composure anymore. “Pfft, you’re nothing but a thief. You have no shame! My mom brought this coat back from abroad.

“You claim it’s yours, but do you have a receipt? If you’ve got the guts, come out here and face me!”

The police officer standing nearby also tried to reason with her. “Ms. Clark, we’ve already opened a case. The amount involved is as high as 350,000 dollars.

“I advise you to turn yourself in voluntarily. If the victim insists on pressing charges, you’ll definitely end up in jail.”

Molly’s face blanched and flushed. She stared at me and said pointedly, “You’d actually dare to sue me?

“Aren’t you afraid I might accidentally let something slip? You’re just a young girl; you won’t be able to handle the consequences.”

I rolled my eyes in exasperation. Threatening me right in front of the police? She really was brainless.

With a mighty shove, I finally pushed open the door that Molly had been holding shut with all her might.

I reached out to grab her sleeve.

The girl we had left standing aside a moment ago suddenly rushed forward and shoved me to the ground.

“Mom, don’t worry. They don’t have a search warrant.”

Upon hearing this, Molly grabbed a broom and started shooing us out.

“These two cops must have taken your money. How dare they come extorting money right at my doorstep?! You’re such nasty people! Today, I’m going to beat you up for breaking into my home.”

She was brutally strong. The police officers and I were literally knocked out of the courtyard.

Even through the courtyard gate, I could still hear Molly’s curses.

The police were furious, but with insufficient manpower, they could not enforce the order.

The lead officer scratched his head in frustration and frowned. “You’d better file a lawsuit in court first. I’ll report the situation to my superiors and see if we can take enforcement action.”

I sighed helplessly. When dealing with a scoundrel like Molly, that was the only option.

After filing the case with my lawyer, Mr. Miller, I returned to university to wait patiently for updates from the police.

However, before the court date even arrived, another incident happened on my end.

Someone posted on the campus bulletin board claiming I was being kept as a mistress.

The poster listed every luxury item I had ever worn or used in university.

They even included photos of me entering and leaving hotels with various older men.

The post quickly went viral.

At the start of my freshman year, I first gave a speech as a freshman representative. Then, I closed the orientation with a ballet performance.

So, quite a few people recognized me.

Some people questioned whether the poster was spreading rumors, but they simply circled the address on my ID.

Using the address listed there, they even went so far as to fabricate a whole series of sob stories about my supposed poverty.

In short, they claimed I was a manipulative gold-digger.

By the time I noticed the post, the comments section had already been flooded with hateful remarks.

It was no wonder that whenever I walked around campus these past few days, I felt like people were looking at me strangely.

Even in class, a large section of seats next to me would remain empty.

Looking at the vulgar insults under the post, I actually felt calmer.

After saving the evidence, I went straight to the campus network administrators.

Faced with the dual threats of a cease-and-desist letter from my lawyer and a police report, they quickly sent me the poster’s information.

It was a girl from our university named Emma Carter.

The name was unfamiliar, but I already had my suspicions.

At the police station, I saw Molly’s daughter. Her name was Emma Carter.

I finally realized where that sense of familiarity I had felt the last time I saw her had come from.