No More Waiting, She Chooses Love novel Chapter 421

Haley's face turned a sickly shade of pale as my words hit her like a freight train. She shook her head vigorously, "No, that's not it at all. You're just trying to smear my name over the amusement park inheritance."

Conrad, standing beside her, glared daggers at her, gripping her wrist tightly, "Is that true, Haley? Tell me."

"No, I didn't, Conrad. Every time, it was you who initiated things," Haley retorted, her voice rising in desperation.

Conrad's face turned a shade of thunder, and tears began streaming down Haley's cheeks. She turned to me, "Felicia, you see, Conrad is the one at fault here. He knows exactly what happened between us; he was the one who came onto me from the start."

"Scumbag! Murderer! Shameless..."

The crowd around us began throwing insults at Conrad, and some women even went as far as hitting him.

"Stop," a commanding voice suddenly cut through the chaos.

Ernest emerged from the crowd, a smartphone in hand. He walked up to Haley and Conrad, said nothing, and simply played a recording.

[...Just drive out suddenly at that time... even if something happens, no one can trace it back to you. You didn't hit him, didn't even scratch him...]

[This was all my sister's plan. She said once it's done, I'd be Conrad's brother-in-law, set for life...]

It was Jimmy Perez's voice on the recording.

Haley's face drained of all color as she shook her head vehemently, still denying, "No, it's not like that."

"Your brother Jimmy is already at the police station. Let the police decide what's true," Ernest concluded, as the crowd began to turn on Haley.

My words left him stunned, "I..."

"Dustin, had I not stepped forward today, how would you have handled things? Would you have let Haley slander Conrad?" I pressed on.

Dustin was speechless. I didn't wait for an answer, turning to leave.

"People must look out for themselves, as the old saying goes. I never thought I'd see it come to life like this."

"Felicia, I did it for you," Dustin pleaded, grabbing my arm.

I glanced coldly at his hand on me, snapping, "Saying that is an insult to me."