"You fool, I told you not to act rashly, I told you not to act rashly, and yet you actually called her. Do you know what this means? Hope Williams might have recorded it, and this call will become her evidence."
"Based solely on Jaxon Bailey’s statement, it wouldn’t have any effect on the abuse accusation against you; even if she gets it, it won’t clear her name. But your call exposed that you are not a fool, and if she recorded it, this would become the most direct evidence, Vivia Fuller you are truly a fool."
Henry Fuller, unable to contain his anger, wished he could strangle Vivia to death.
A guaranteed victory was ruined by this fool.
How could someone be so foolish.
"You deserve to lose to Hope Williams," Henry Fuller gritted his teeth.
In a burst of rage, he threw the panic-stricken Vivia out, and she fell to the ground.
Blood meandered down her forehead along her cheek, and it took her a while to come to her senses.
She was played by Hope Williams again.
She deliberately entrapped her.
Vivia thought Hope Williams was using Jaxon Bailey’s statement to threaten her, but she was wrong; Hope’s true intention was to expose her feigned ignorance through this phone call.
Vivia’s face was a picture of panic, collapsed on the floor unable to find her bearings, "What do I do? What should I do? What can I do?"
Henry Fuller’s face was dark and grim.
Vivia crawled frantically to Henry’s feet, "You’ve got to think of something, quickly think of something. I must beat Hope Williams this time."
Henry Fuller clenched his jaw, fixing his gaze on Vivia for a few seconds before, the next second, he grabbed her and dragged her out.
Vivia in utter panic, "What are you doing? You...ah..."
Before she could resist, Henry Fuller pushed her down the stairs.
"Ah! Henry Fuller what are you doing?" Delilah Fuller, who was going upstairs, saw Vivia rolling down towards her and looked up in horror at her son standing on the stairs.
"Henry Fuller, you’re insane!"
"Take her to the hospital, let the hospital issue a recovery certificate once she wakes up, and report to the media that Vivia Fuller regained her intelligence by accident due to a fall down the stairs."
Delilah, not understanding, looked at her son, "Why? She gained sympathy by becoming a ’simpleton,’ why let her return to normal, and this..."
Delilah looked down at Vivia, "This reason is far-fetched, recovering overnight is hardly convincing."
"What else can we do? This fool got caught by Hope Williams with evidence that she isn’t a simpleton, we’re finished if we don’t do this, she has to return to normal before Hope publishes the recordings."
Delilah hesitated, still looking somewhat compassionately at the person before her, almost like a lump of mud.
"Quick, take her to the hospital, it won’t be good if she dies," Henry thundered.
Delilah hurriedly called the servants to carry Vivia to the hospital, and arranged for reporters to interview her once she woke up.
Waylon Lewis had people around the Fuller Family gathering information, they reported back, "Boss, Vivia Fuller has been taken to the hospital."
Waylon Lewis wasn’t very surprised, it seemed expected.
Neither was Hope Williams surprised, knowing that Vivia was caught by her, Henry would certainly act.
"If I’m not mistaken, Henry will soon announce to the public that Vivia Fuller hit her head and by some fluke recovered," Hope Williams shook her head scoffingly, "That’s ruthless."
This move would make the recording Hope has ineffective.
Therefore, obtaining the original three videos remains a top priority.
But this recording is not entirely useless.
"We can announce to the public that we’ll have a press conference in three days," Hope Williams looked at Waylon Lewis.
Waylon Lewis nodded, "Alright, I’ll arrange it."
"Not... brother-in-law, we haven’t secured a win yet, why hold a press conference?"
Hope Williams smiled lightly, "The calmer we are, the more they will panic."
Wyatt and Aria Richardson exchanged a glance, both with a confused look, feeling sympathy for each other.
In this clash of masters, they felt like their brains weren’t functioning.
And with the matter blown out of proportion, these two really aren’t anxious, as if everything is under control.
Hope Williams glanced at the clock on the wall, then looked at Aria, "If I remember correctly, don’t you have a blind date today?"
At this subject, Wyatt’s gaze involuntarily drifted towards Aria, his expression darkening slightly.
Aria waved her hand, "After seeing what’s happening online, how can I be in the mood for a blind date? I postponed it, let’s talk about it tomorrow."
"Your aunt agreed to you not going?"
"I told her I was accompanying you, and my mom agreed without a second word."
Hope Williams gently pursed her lips, "Alright, but I’ve got nothing else here, don’t worry, it can be solved."
"Don’t look at those comments online, they clearly don’t know anything, each one’s more poisonous than the last, it’s annoying to see."
Hope Williams gave a gentle smile, "Okay, I know, it’s late, you should head back first, send my regards to your aunt, tell her not to worry."
"Okay, I’ll head off then, call me if you need anything."
Wyatt didn’t linger and followed Aria out one after the other.