The Ceo’s Convict Wife

Chapter 722

As Irene lay in her hospital bed, the relentless onslaught of offensive slurs from the netizens and the strange glances from hospital staff weighed heavily on her. Irene’s only thought was to get herself discharged from the hospital before dealing with this ordeal.

With the necessary discharge procedures completed, Irene stepped out of the hospital, only to find herself immediately surrounded by an unrelenting swarm of reporters hungry for answers.

“Ms. Fletcher, can you share your thoughts on the video you played in public?” “How did Mr. York react? Will your wedding proceed as planned?”

“Is the child you miscarried Mr. York’s, or is it related to the man in the video?” “Did you deliberately frame Ms. Amelia Haab, causing people to believe she was responsible for your miscarriage?”

The barrage of sharp and intrusive questions etched frustration across Irene’s face, while the relentless flashes of cameras intensified her humiliation.

“Please, no more photographs!” Irene implored, shielding her face with her hand. Thomas, Ivy, and a few close friends rallied to her side, forming a protective barrier against the reporters.

After a strenuous struggle, they managed to secure themselves inside a waiting car. Irene’s teeth clenched with pent-up frustration. “Amelia, you deserve nothing less than death!”

This dire situation had spiraled out of control solely because of Amelia’s actions. “Perhaps we should leave Strico for now. Let things settle down, and then we can decide our next steps,” Thomas suggested.

The car sped toward the Strico highway exit.

However, midway through their journey, several vehicles appeared out of nowhere, forming an inescapable enclosure around the Fletcher family’s car. When a figure stepped out of one of the cars, the three members of the Fletcher family froze in terror.

none other than

one

yanked open, and Warren’s henchmen moved with unsettling swiftness

body quivering with dread when she noticed

despite the fear,

is against

turned stern, “You, from the Fletcher family, dare to accuse me of breaking the

blazed with intense anger and

aback, sensing that Warren

of love. My love for you began long before you even knew me, and that’s why I did it. Though… even with the deception, it wasn’t a criminal act,” Irene explained, her

trembled and grew hoarse. “Tell me, Irene, is it me or the York family you care for? Do you know how

I have always loved you.” Irene attempted to adopt a defensive stance, her voice tinged with regret. “Warren, I acknowledge that I made a grievous mistake and caused you pain. If it’s an apology to Amelia or making amends that you desire, I am willing to do whatever it

your miscarriage, was that your twisted way of expressing love for me? Or was it to secure your place as Mrs.

more was the realization that Warren appeared to

It had been many years; he could not have possibly uncovered the

struggled to speak. “I… I didn’t frame her. At the time, I

currently held in the detention center of Strico. Do you need a face-to-face confrontation with him to finally admit your role in framing Amelia? Well played, Irene! I never imagined that one day, I’d be so

eyes almost bulged as she stared at

in her then gave way to pure terror.