"No, Uncle, I didn’t." Ophelia Wilson was driven to tears by the questioning, looking pitifully at Ethan Seymour, "It really wasn’t , I really didn’t send anyone to threaten Jas."
"Uncle, I know you oppose my marrying Jas, but Jas and I truly love each other, we..."
"Shut up!" Ethan Seymour directly interrupted Ophelia Wilson’s persistent declarations, sneering, "The Seymour Family will never want soone as sinister and vile as you!"
After speaking, Ethan Seymour reached out to grab Ophelia Wilson’s arm, dragging her outside: "You get out, and tell Jas clearly that you won’t marry him!"
"No, no... Uncle, please, Jas and I truly love each other!" Ophelia Wilson cried bitterly, her face, unadorned with makeup, looking especially haggard, and her tears made her seem like a poor victim bullied by a tyrant.
"Truly love each other? If you truly loved each other, would you do such disgraceful things? And now you insist on clinging to Jas! Ophelia Wilson, can you be any more shaless?" Ethan Seymour cursed angrily, "Get out, leave now!"
How could a woman like Ophelia Wilson compete with Ethan Seymour in terms of strength? As for Chaya Davis, she’d long been scared stiff, standing motionless.
Those watching the spectacle wouldn’t intervene; many were even recording it with their phones.
There was no way Ophelia Wilson would willingly go along!
She struggled desperately, and the two of them grappled, reaching the staircase.
Ethan Seymour pressed the elevator button twice, but nothing happened. Impatient, he pulled Ophelia Wilson to take the stairs down.
Rushing to the scene, Jas Reed stepped out of the elevator only to hear a scream.
The voice sounded sowhat familiar... Jas Reed’s heart skipped a beat, then he heard soone in the crowd shouting, "Murder!"
"Ophelia Wilson has been killed!"
Jas Reed’s vision went black, he staggered, nearly collapsing.
He quickly pushed through the crowd, witnessing the scene he most dreaded.
Ethan Seymour stood there, dumbfounded, staring down the stairs.
Jas Reed followed Ethan Seymour’s gaze, and his mind went blank; he rushed down frantically, looking at the unconscious Ophelia Wilson, gasping in shock, "Ophelia!"
Then, he swiftly took out his phone to call for ergency help.
In those few monts, Ethan Seymour also regained his senses, hurriedly explaining, "It wasn’t , she fell by herself, it has nothing to do with !"
"Dad, I know, I know." Jas Reed turned to look at Ethan Seymour atop the stairs, comforting him repeatedly.
Jas Reed didn’t dare move Ophelia Wilson, fearing it might worsen her injuries.
At that mont, Chaya Davis squeezed through from behind the crowd, rushing up to Ethan Seymour, grabbing his collar: "You’re a murderer, you can’t escape, I’ve already called the police!"
"What?" Ethan Seymour was shocked, struggling in panic, "Who did I murder? I didn’t! Stop talking nonsense!"
"You’re not going anywhere! Everyone help hold him! He’s trying to flee the cri!" With Chaya Davis’ shout, the crowd imdiately stirred.
Upon hearing this, Jas Reed hurriedly ran up the stairs: "Aunt, my dad would never kill anyone."
"I don’t care, I saw him push Ophelia down with my own eyes! Talk to the police about it!" Chaya Davis, unfazed, cried out right after, "My poor daughter! For Jas you’ve done so much, now he’s kicking you to the curb!"
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