The original girl had been branded a liar and a drama queen, making the Spencers despise her even more.
Yvonne scowled and wrenched her arm from Jeffrey’s grasp. She wouldn’t waste her breath explaining. The original Yvonne had tried to explain countless times, but no one had ever believed her. This Yvonne was smarter than that. She didn’t waste her energy on futile efforts.
She simply sat on the edge of the bed and waited.
“What’s the matter, cat got your tongue? You used to be so good at making excuses,” Jeffrey taunted when she remained silent.
“Jeffrey, please stop scolding Yvonne. I’m sure she was just confused for a moment,” Queena interjected at the perfect moment.
“Queena, you’re just too naive and kind-hearted. It’s no wonder she’s always taking advantage of you…” Jeffrey said.
Before he could finish, the piercing sound of police sirens once again filled the Spencer family’s courtyard.
The Spencers now flinched at the sound.
“What is it now? Why are the police here again?” George and Teresa muttered, bewildered.
A moment later, a team of officers entered the house and looked around the room. “Who called the police?”
“I did,” Yvonne said, slowly getting up from the bed. She picked up the medicine box Jeffrey had thrown on the floor and handed it to an officer.
“I have a congenital heart condition. Here are my medical records, which can also be verified at Central Hospital. Our maid has been secretly swapping my medication with vitamins and calcium supplements in an attempt to kill me. This video is the proof.”
She then handed over her phone, which was playing security footage from her room.


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