Chapter 1673:

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Betsey, unwilling to stay silent after Bella’s outburst, stepped in to defend Robin. “Robin was wrongfully accused from the start! Now that he’s cleared, what’s so wrong about him demanding justice? You shouldn’t be interfering in this.”

The argument spiraled out of control, with voices rising and everyone talking over one another.

The scene was pure chaos. Bella, already breathless with indignation, grew visibly pale. Her breathing turned shallow, and she stumbled, nearly fainting.

Seeing this, Stella immediately abandoned the argument and rushed to her mother’s side, cradling her as Alissa frantically reached for her phone to call an ambulance.

Betsey, noticing Bella’s condition, shifted uneasily. Still, she muttered under her breath, “Is she faking it to get sympathy?”

Stella’s head snapped up, her glare sharp and unrelenting. Fury burned in her eyes as she turned to Matthew, her voice trembling with both anger and disappointment. “Matthew, do you think this is my fault?”

Matthew met her gaze, his expression conflicted. His heart ached, but he forced himself to keep his tone calm and measured. “This isn’t about blame, Stella. It’s the police’s decision, and we have to respect it.”

Stella listened, letting out a couple of bitter laughs. The disappointment in her eyes deepened as she said coldly, “Alright, if that’s how it is, I’ll keep digging into Robin’s issue. The truth has to come out, and I refuse to let those in power smother it.”

With a resolute turn, she took Bella’s arm and guided her toward the parking lot, without looking back. Her eyes were filled with disappointment toward Matthew.

Stella and Alissa held Bella between them, rushing toward their car. Bella’s energy was waning fast, so they had to put in considerable effort to keep her upright.

As they moved, Bella gasped for air. Stella looked concerned as she reassured her softly, “Mom, just relax. We’re almost at the car.”

Alissa added anxiously, “Hang in there, Bella. You’re scaring us.”

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Matthew watched them leave, feeling a pang in his heart. He felt the urge to chase after them.

But he barely moved a step when Lindsay grabbed his wrist firmly, stopping him in his tracks.

With a pained expression, Lindsay said, “Matthew, I’m suddenly having terrible chest pains. Can you stay with me?”

Matthew halted, gave her an intense stare, and then asked, “Are you really hurting?”

There was a discernible trace of suspicion in his eyes, as if he were trying to peer into her thoughts.

Flustered, Lindsay couldn’t hold his gaze. Her eyes flickered around, filled with anxiety, as she struggled to come up with a reply.

Robin, noticing the escalating tension, blurted out, “It’s all because of that wretched Stella. Anyone would be upset after hearing what she just said.”

Matthew turned a frosty gaze on him, his eyes sharp as daggers. Robin shuddered, stumbling over his words. “I… I was just speaking the truth.”

Then Robin clamped up, too intimidated to say more.

Matthew dismissed Robin’s comment and tried again to catch up to Stella, but by then, she and the others were already out of sight.

Lindsay sensed Matthew’s frustration but was relieved that Stella was gone. She feigned concern, tugging at Matthew’s sleeve with a hint of grievance in her eyes. “Matthew, I think you should go clear things up with Stella. I’ll be fine going home with my family. Don’t worry about me.”

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