"Miss Emma Winton, is it true that you alone framed the young master of the Lewis Family?"
Emma leaned against the headboard, her face devoid of makeup showing signs of weakness from illness.
However, her refined and striking features were still attractive. Upon hearing the reporter's question, she slowly lifted her eyes, which reflected a hint of despair, and looked at the camera.
Seeing that she didn't answer and seemed to be hesitating, the reporter didn't rush her.
For a long time...
She seemed to have made up her mind, letting out a slight sneer, "Such a meticulous plan, how could I, someone who's been under watch, accomplish it alone."
The reporters at the scene murmured quietly among themselves.
"So who did you plan this with?"
"Was it your father, Owen Winton?"
"Is this matter related to your father?"
After a few questions, the room fell silent again.
