Chapter 4

The roar of the emergency helicopter grew louder, coming from afar.

Medical personnel rushed down with stretchers.

As Chloe was being carried away, I clearly saw her eyelashes flutter.

Was she awake? Still faking it?

Yes, waking up now to face public scrutiny would be less advantageous than playing the role of a delicate victim.

Before Ryan was loaded onto the stretcher, he clutched the doctor's hand tightly, shouting at the camera:

"I'm going to sue her! I will definitely sue her!"

"Viewers, bear witness for me, Christiana is the one who harmed us!"

The live stream comment section exploded instantly.

The hashtag #Vicious Coach Murder my BF# rocketed to the top of trending topics at lightning speed.

I watched the distant helicopter, a cold smirk playing on my lips.

Make a scene. The bigger, the better.

This current spotlight would be the fuel to burn them later.

At the hospital, Ryan's parents and Chloe's parents appeared as if on cue, blocking the entrance to the emergency room.

Seeing me, Chloe's mother lunged forward, trying to grab my hair.

"You murderer! Give me back my daughter!"

The police, who had been standing by, promptly stopped her.

"What are you doing! This is a hospital! State your business calmly!"

I adjusted my collar, which had been ruffled, and calmly looked at the aggressively confronting me.

"Officer, I'm here to cooperate with the investigation and submit evidence."

In the hospital room, Ryan was lying in bed, holding his phone, weeping live on stream.

Chloe, though awake, was paralyzed from the waist down due to severe decompression sickness. She was now crying despairingly, clutching Ryan.

Seeing me enter, Ryan's eyes turned red.

"Christiana! You have the nerve to show your face!"

"I'll make sure you rot in jail! I'll make you lose everything you own!"

Millions of viewers were watching online.

The comments were all cursing me to hell.

The officer frowned, signaling Ryan to put down his phone.

"Ryan, Christiana says she has video evidence. We need to verify it."

Ryan sneered, his face full of disdain.

"Video? What video? Perfect, let everyone see how you stood by and watched us die!"

He thought the video I had only recorded the moment I left them underwater.

He believed that by insisting I had "abandoned my students," he could morally crush me and extort a huge sum in compensation.

I said nothing, merely connecting my GoPro to the hospital room's TV.

The screen lit up.

In clear 4K quality, the deep blue of the ocean was breathtaking.

The video began with Ryan and Chloe giving me the middle finger, then decisively diving deeper.

Next, it showed me giving a thumbs-up and turning to leave.

Up to this point, Ryan was still shouting: "See! Everyone saw it! She just left! She abandoned us!"

However, his words had barely faded.

The next second, the entire room fell silent.