Thousands of Brilliant Stars: You Deserve the Best!-Chapter 119: Surrounded by the Crowd, Only He Steps In

Chapter 119: Chapter 119: Surrounded by the Crowd, Only He Steps In

Iris Crawford had suddenly become a pariah, a target for everyone’s wrath. Protected by Dane Rivers and Lachlan Wyatt, she went pale the moment she heard someone mention calling the police. Shaking her head, she looked at Yvonne Jennings lying on the ground in disbelief, "Are you even human? You’re willing to sacrifice even a child!"

That was a child! Having once been someone who could not have children, Iris couldn’t comprehend the madness in Yvonne’s actions to drag her down with her!

In the eyes of the crowd, it seemed like "the one who pushed" was now Iris, who dared to get angry at the "pitiful" Yvonne. "You’re heartless! Would you harm even a child? Do you know how innocent they are?"

Yvonne, lying on the ground, was afraid someone might catch on to Iris’s true meaning, so she threw more dirt on her. "Stop pretending... Both Jacobs and I know... it was never sure whose child that was back then!"

Iris was stunned, and even Lachlan was left speechless.

What did Yvonne mean by that?

Iris couldn’t decipher the meaning behind the words, but Jordan Jacobs understood. In that critical moment, his emotions surged as Yvonne’s words stirred up anger in him, pointing at Iris, he said, "You have no right to blame Yvonne! You made me wear the cuckold’s horns back then!"

God knows! Back then, Iris loved Jordan profoundly; how could she have cheated? But she didn’t have time to explain. Jordan looked at Lachlan with hatred, as if telling the watching crowd—there stands the adulterer!

Lachlan was baffled by Jordan’s glare, and suddenly the crowd turned on him as the alleged adulterer as well. Spectators shouted, "How dare you criticize others! Turns out they’re just a pair of scoundrels!"

Yvonne’s move was brilliant, directly fanning the flames. Iris had no room to defend herself, and now Yvonne could rest easy!

"No wonder that man is so cold-blooded! He didn’t even glance at the pregnant woman when he arrived!"

"Why don’t you two just spend your lives in prison!"

More and more dining patrons surrounded them, even Dane Rivers was recognized by the manager of his family’s restaurant. To avoid implicating the Rivers Family, the manager took advantage of the crowd and pulled Dane away from Iris, prompting him to shout angrily, "Who’s pulling me?"

"Young master, please be careful!"

The manager dragged him into the crowd, pointing at Iris, "That woman is nothing good, she’s ruthless and vicious, I don’t want you to be in trouble, don’t be deceived by her pretty face!" 𝒇𝙧𝙚𝓮𝙬𝙚𝓫𝒏𝓸𝓿𝓮𝒍.𝓬𝙤𝓶

Dane’s eyes turned red with anger, "I know her better than you!"

Iris would never do such a thing! She wouldn’t harm innocent people. Having once lost a child, how could she do such a thing now!

But Dane’s voice defending Iris was drowned in the crowd until the police arrived, and the onlookers pushed Iris onto the figurative execution platform, "It was her! She pushed!"

"She even cheated on her husband! That poor husband!"

"She must have done something bad while the surveillance cameras were down; the ambulance is at the door—save the pregnant woman first!"

Watching as Yvonne was carried away by medics, Iris was abruptly restrained, she looked back at her captors, and at the crowd that gazed at her as if justice had been served, clenching her teeth.

As it was inconvenient to handle things in the private room, Iris was thus taken outside the restaurant. Besides her, Yvonne was being hustled into an ambulance while she was pointed at by all.

Cheering erupted, "Don’t let her get away, officers!"

"Right, the pregnant woman confessed! It was this woman who pushed her!"

Despite the situation, arrests required evidence. Ignoring the agitated crowd, the officer glanced at Iris, "What is your relationship with the pregnant woman?"

Iris’s eyes were red, "Her current fiancé is my ex-husband."

"Do you hold a grudge against her?"

"Yes." Iris didn’t shy away, rather she enunciated every word, "Back then, it was my ex-husband who cheated with her."

"Listen! That’s a motive for the crime!"

"She admitted to the grudge, so it must be her!"

"Shut up!"

In the crowd, a man’s voice cut through, cold as ice. As he spoke, the hubbub paused for a few seconds. Lachlan glanced at the unruly crowd, then turned to Marceline Galloway, "Were you present with Dane Rivers at the scene?"

Marceline was terrified, never having seen such a scenario. Hearing Lachlan questioning her, she nodded, "I was..."

"Then did you see Iris make a move?"

"I...I..." Marceline stuttered, just at that moment, Yvonne, who was about to be wheeled into the ambulance, let out a heart-wrenching scream, "My baby! Save my baby!"

The crowd’s hearts collectively leapt at the sound. Originally seeking truth, Yvonne’s shout immediately convicted Iris as the culprit in their hearts, once again erupting in chatter, "What’s the point of asking! Just look at how wretched the pregnant woman is now!"

Yvonne’s voice was also a cue for Marceline. Bringing Iris down depended on her testimony now!

Marceline clenched her fingers tightly. She had seen it all—the whole process. Her dress’s hem was wrinkling under her grip as she raised her head to look at Iris, temporarily restrained, seemingly searching for any trace of vulnerability on her face.

But there was none. Iris held her chin high, as if even if the sky fell, she wouldn’t beg these unjust people for any mercy.

Biting her lip, various thoughts crossed her mind. Marceline Galloway suddenly stood in place, closed her eyes, and shouted, "I saw it!"

Yvonne Jennings thought she was going to help her and showing joy, the crowd also focused their attention on her, only to hear Marceline Galloway say forcefully, "I saw Iris Crawford brush past Yvonne Jennings’ shoulder as she walked out. She didn’t push hard, might not have even touched her, just her clothes brushed by. But for some reason, Yvonne Jennings fell to the ground! I can’t be completely sure; there’s subjectivity in my judgment. But as an observer, I’m just stating what I saw. Iris Crawford didn’t even make a move to push!"

At that moment, it was like an earthquake occurred not far away, shaking everyone present pale!

This... how could this be possible!

This young lady’s meaning, could it be... that the pregnant woman was malicious, trying to drag the woman down by false accusations?

Cold sweat broke out on Yvonne Jennings’ back. Before she could say anything, she was put on the vehicle by the medical staff, and Jordan Jacobs followed her onboard.

After all, her unborn child’s life is at stake, so life and truth both matter.

But hearing Marceline Galloway’s words felt like Yvonne Jennings had been struck by lightning, her hands started trembling!

It wasn’t the pain from bleeding; it was the fear afterwards!

The police released Iris Crawford and immediately went to find the other party, Dane Rivers, who was initially held tightly by the manager, "You shouldn’t, young master! If you go out, the Rivers Family—"

"You’re damn fired!" Dane Rivers immediately pushed the manager’s hand away, "Not even a conscience to be found. Afraid to shoulder responsibility when something happens? This is not how a big corporation should behave! Don’t come to work here in the future!"

The manager stood as if struck by lightning, then Dane Rivers squeezed through the crowd, "I can testify too! There’s no camera, but Iris Crawford really didn’t make a move! That Yvonne Jennings bumped into the corner of the table herself and then fell down!"

The crowd murmured among themselves, "How could that be..."

"You two must be lying..."

"Not believing the eyewitness testimony, yet you trust yourselves who just go by hearsay!" Lachlan Wyatt laughed coldly, "Is there no law here? These two aren’t Iris Crawford’s friends, and facts speak louder than words. Were you so sure you saw her pushing personally?"

Lachlan Wyatt’s sharp words cut through the anxious crowd like a knife, and everyone instantly fell silent, fearing his piercing gaze. His stare was too intimidating; the onlookers dared not meet his eyes, quickly finding excuses for themselves: "We’re not involved, how could we know the truth..."

"Exactly, why blame us? We just wanted to help."

"Help?" Lachlan Wyatt laughed heartily, standing amongst the crowd, a man with a smiling but cold face like a devil. Yet, he was the devil; what faces did this mob have?

"You’re just fools without your own judgment, rushing to be used as pawns, yet too cowardly to admit you blamed the wrong person! The police themselves never arrest without evidence, yet you convict straight away. I’d like to know who gave you such courage, to easily send someone to the execution block! Is it that you dare not face consequences? Thinking that with numbers, nobody would dare investigate? Let me tell you, the private rooms have no cameras, but outside does! For those who confidently claimed she’s guilty, every face has been recorded! If no apology is given, I’ll send lawyer letters individually, making you pay for your ignorance and stupidity in front of the police for spreading rumors!"

His words were strong, like leaving a mark on the ground. Iris Crawford never expected Lachlan Wyatt to speak up, but once he threatened action, some people apologized to her immediately, though some remained stubborn, "Who knows! She must be the culprit, anyway, I don’t believe..."

"You only trust yourself; let the judges be yours then." Dane Rivers grabbed Iris Crawford’s hand, looking towards the police, "Officer, we’ll comply with any procedures, just seek the truth!"

With words like these, many onlookers felt guilty and dispersed, leaving Marceline Galloway standing aside, her head lowered, thinking.

After communicating with the police, they had to go to the station for statements, with Marceline Galloway also needing to go as a witness. Once all procedures were finished, Iris Crawford approached Marceline Galloway at the police station exit, snapping her fingers, "Hey."

Marceline Galloway turned her face away, "What!"

"Thank you for speaking up for me."

Iris Crawford raised an eyebrow, "Why do it?"

"I don’t want to be led by the nose." Marceline Galloway pointed to herself, "You called me absent-minded and brainless; I’m not happy about it, so I needed to set an example!"

Iris Crawford chuckled, instinctively pinched Marceline Galloway’s nose, "You used to be noisy and chirpy; now I find you more agreeable."

"Did I ask for your favor? I still don’t like you! You look sly!" Marceline Galloway stomped her foot, "Don’t think I’m forgiving you! Lachlan Wyatt, I still oppose your being with this woman!"

Lachlan Wyatt’s expression was languorous, without a trace of the earlier sharpness, standing by Iris Crawford’s side, his mere stance speaking enough. No further explanations needed.

His face expressionless, the man said, "Your opinion doesn’t matter; no need to speak next time."

Marceline Galloway’s eyes welled with grievance and reddened, "Lachlan Wyatt, how could you be like this!"

"Exactly!" Iris Crawford said, "If he doesn’t want to hear it, I do. Tell me something I’d like."

At her wit’s end, saddened and scruffy-looking, Marceline Galloway’s elegant dress lost its luster. She dropped her brows, "It’s all your fault, Iris Crawford! Give Lachlan Wyatt back to me!"

Iris Crawford laughed until her eyes closed, "Pick someone else to like; Lachlan Wyatt’s just a scoundrel. How about I introduce my brother?"

Marceline Galloway went red, "I’m not someone who shifts affections so easily!"

Iris Crawford: "My brother’s also quite handsome."

Marceline Galloway: "...Do you have a photo?"

Lachlan Wyatt and Dane Rivers: "..."