Charming Mommy Of Adorable Triplets Chapter 251


    . “Many years went by, and the woman died of illness, leaving only such apany behind. The man


    took care of the daughter and worked hard to manage thepany while his rtives never lent him a


    helping hand or even shared his hardships.” Maisie lowered his eyes and scoffed. “After many years,


    after the girl grew up, the man wanted to hand thepany to the girl, but the man’s mother brought


    her rtive to their house and demanded the man to hand thepany that the girl’s mother worked


    so hard to establish to her rtive’s son. All that just because the mother and the rtive think that a


    daughter of the family doesn’t have the right to inherit the family’spany.”


    Of course, Madam Vanderbilt knew that the story Maisie was talking about was clearly an evasive


    reprimand, and her expression turned gloomy at that moment. The reporters in the audience obviously


    understood the underlying meaning of the story and felt that the rtives were indeed too mean.


    ‘All children should have the right to inherit a family’s property, and one shouldn’t be deprived of the


    right to get what she deserves just because she’s born a girl. What era are we living in now? This


    family actually still upholds such a conservative ideology that favors boys over girls?


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    ‘Not to mention, they still n to hand thepany to a coteral rtive.’


    “Maisie Vanderbilt! Don’t make up stories to fool the media. You’d better exin clearly how you


    murdered your aunt!” Madam Vanderbilt’s voice was not loud, but all the reporters present heard it.


    A reporter then asked, “Can I ask you about the murder of your aunt, Yanis Warren? “ording to the


    information we got, you had a conflict with your rtives because of Vaenna Jewelry’s inheritance and


    that you’ve thought about retaliation. Could it be that you’ve identally killed your aunt because of an


    act of vengeance?”


    Nn was standing behind the curtains, and his eyes turned cold. If it weren’t for Maisie’s insistence on


    not allowing him to appear before the crowd, he would have rushed onto the stage and showed those


    b*stards a living hell on Earth. Maisie looked at the reporter. “Is there any evidence that points toward


    the fact that I’ve killed


    her?”


    As soon as Maisie said that, the reporters in the audience nodded and whispered something among


    themselves.


    However, Madam Vanderbilt, who was sitting in the front row, snorted. “You had something o n Yanis


    and used it to lure her out to harm her!”


    Maisie smiled. “I was in ckgold all the time on the day my aunt was killed. So, how did I aplish


    what you said when I was physically in the ckgold?” “You… Then you must’ve hired assassins to kill


    her!” Madam Vanderbilt insisted that Maisie was the one who did it, especially after hearing Le’s


    words. “You could bribe awyer into


    helping you to get your hands on Vaenna Jewelry, so why couldn’t you hire someone to kill your aunt?”


    There was an uproar at the scene.


    Le’s eyes looked cold and merciless. ‘Just you wait, Maisie! You’ll definitely be forced onto a path of


    no return today!’ Nn took a deep breath as he looked at Maisie, who remained silent for a moment


    on the stage. He could not help but frown.


    ‘She must be at a loss, right?’


    He could no longer sit back and watch. Quincy held him back just as he was about to go out, and he


    saw the door being pushed open slowly. Two police officers then walked in from the outside with the


    forensic expert, Dr. Watson. The reporters were all flustered.


    ‘Even the police have arrived at the scene. Could it be that they’ve established the fact that Ms.


    Vanderbilt is the murderer?’


    When Madam Vanderbilt saw the police entering the hall, she stood up and eximed excitedly, “It’s


    nice to see you, officers. The murderer is on the stage, hurry up and arrest her!”


    Stephen got up from his seat. “Mother, stop—” The police walked past them, approached Le, and


    took out a warrant. “Ms. Scott, you’re suspected ofmitting a murder. Pleasee with us.”


    The pride on Le’s face gradually turned into consternation, and a deathlike pallor covered the change


    in expression. “Office… Officer, you’re joking, right? How… How could I have murdered someone? The


    killer is on the stage…”