Rebirth: Clinging to My Possessive Magnate-Chapter 801: The Killer

"No, Uncle, I didn’t." Ophelia Wilson was driven to tears by the questioning, looking pitifully at Ethan Seymour, "It really wasn’t me, I really didn’t send anyone to threaten James."

"Uncle, I know you oppose my marrying James, but James and I truly love each other, we..."

"Shut up!" Ethan Seymour directly interrupted Ophelia Wilson’s persistent declarations, sneering, "The Seymour Family will never want someone as sinister and vile as you!"

After speaking, Ethan Seymour reached out to grab Ophelia Wilson’s arm, dragging her outside: "You get out, and tell James clearly that you won’t marry him!"

"No, no... Uncle, please, James and I truly love each other!" Ophelia Wilson cried bitterly, her face, unadorned with makeup, looking especially haggard, and her tears made her seem like a poor victim bullied by a tyrant.

"Truly love each other? If you truly loved each other, would you do such disgraceful things? And now you insist on clinging to James! Ophelia Wilson, can you be any more shameless?" Ethan Seymour cursed angrily, "Get out, leave now!"

How could a woman like Ophelia Wilson compete with Ethan Seymour in terms of strength? As for Chaya Davis, she’d long been scared stiff, standing motionless.

Those watching the spectacle wouldn’t intervene; many were even recording it with their phones.

There was no way Ophelia Wilson would willingly go along!

She struggled desperately, and the two of them grappled, reaching the staircase.

Ethan Seymour pressed the elevator button twice, but nothing happened. Impatient, he pulled Ophelia Wilson to take the stairs down.

Rushing to the scene, James Reed stepped out of the elevator only to hear a scream.

The voice sounded somewhat familiar... James Reed’s heart skipped a beat, then he heard someone in the crowd shouting, "Murder!"

"Ophelia Wilson has been killed!"

James Reed’s vision went black, he staggered, nearly collapsing.

He quickly pushed through the crowd, witnessing the scene he most dreaded.

Ethan Seymour stood there, dumbfounded, staring down the stairs.

James Reed followed Ethan Seymour’s gaze, and his mind went blank; he rushed down frantically, looking at the unconscious Ophelia Wilson, gasping in shock, "Ophelia!"

Then, he swiftly took out his phone to call for emergency help.

In those few moments, Ethan Seymour also regained his senses, hurriedly explaining, "It wasn’t me, she fell by herself, it has nothing to do with me!"

"Dad, I know, I know." James Reed turned to look at Ethan Seymour atop the stairs, comforting him repeatedly.

James Reed didn’t dare move Ophelia Wilson, fearing it might worsen her injuries.

At that moment, Chaya Davis squeezed through from behind the crowd, rushing up to Ethan Seymour, grabbing his collar: "You’re a murderer, you can’t escape, I’ve already called the police!"

"What?" Ethan Seymour was shocked, struggling in panic, "Who did I murder? I didn’t! Stop talking nonsense!"

"You’re not going anywhere! Everyone help me hold him! He’s trying to flee the crime!" With Chaya Davis’ shout, the crowd immediately stirred.

Upon hearing this, James Reed hurriedly ran up the stairs: "Aunt, my dad would never kill anyone."

"I don’t care, I saw him push Ophelia down with my own eyes! Talk to the police about it!" Chaya Davis, unfazed, cried out right after, "My poor daughter! For James you’ve done so much, now he’s kicking you to the curb!"