Lindy I Didn't Do It Mga Nobela at Kwento

"Madeline! That was way out of line! Linda's just straightforward. She was curious but didn't want to say it, so I let her listen in. It's not like anything happened to you. Why are you making such a big deal out of it?" Linda leaned into his arms, glaring at me like she wanted to tear me apart. "Madeline, right?" she said coldly. "Cute name. Funny how you didn't sound so innocent earlier. Maybe I should send that recording to the group chat. Let everyone hear what you're really like." My head went blank for a second. I turned to Hendrick. He just stared back at me, his expression cold, like he actually thought I deserved it for hitting her.

A deafening crash sounded, and the apartment door was forcefully opened from the outside. I rushed in with the police. The first thing I saw was Lily collapsed in Linda's arms, as well as the shocking smear of blood at her lips. I felt my heart stop. Linda and James were terrified at the sight of us. "It wasn't me! She hit Lily!" James pointed at Linda, quick to distance himself. Linda went mad too. She pointed back at James, shrieking, "It was him! He told me to do it! He told me to do a live stream to provoke you! He said that would make you come back! This has nothing to do with me!"

thing. Charlotte glanced at Leandro, motioning for him to speak. Leandro handed the peeled pomegranate to Charlotte, grabbed a tissue, wiped his hands, and said to Greyson, "Dad, don't worry, we've found the real Linda. Now it's time to expose the true identity of fake Linda. We have already reported this to the police. Lydia impersonated someone else to enter the country and tried to blackmail you. Once there is evidence of this, she will be sentenced in the first trial."

After a quick apology, Nathaniel, ever the gentleman, still insisted on driving me home. When I hesitated, he chuckled lightly. "Jennifer, don't be polite with me. If my mom finds out I didn't see you home, I'll be in trouble." Thinking of how much Mrs. Barlowe always doted on me, I could not bring myself to refuse him. Before we even reached my building, my phone buzzed. It was a message from Marcella's alternate account. She sent me a video. I meant to watch it later, but just as the car rolled over a speed bump, my finger slipped, and the video opened.

“You have to believe me. I didn’t do this. I didn’t…” Finn stepped forward again, his expression unreadable. “Then who did, Linda? If it wasn’t you, then who?”