Reborn as Mr.CEO's Fat Wife-Chapter 977 Their Downfall Has Come

In front of the screen.

Charlotte Leigh stared blankly at the radiant smile on Mary Scott’s face on the screen, nearly gritting her teeth in frustration.

The last hope in her heart was dashed, and she sat dazedly on the hospital bed.

At that moment, a commotion erupted in the hallway outside. A nurse happened to push the door open and enter the room, and Charlotte Leigh caught a glimpse of some uniformed figures at the entrance. She grew nervous, "What’s going on outside? Why is it so noisy?"

"Oh, it seems someone hired a hitman to kill. The police are here to investigate," the nurse casually replied, before glancing oddly at Charlotte Leigh as if something had occurred to her.

Charlotte Leigh immediately questioned sharply, "What kind of look is that?"

"It’s nothing. Can we change your bandages now?" The nurse quickly composed herself and shifted the topic.

Charlotte Leigh was feeling chaotic and answered in a distracted manner. After the nurse finished changing her bandages, she got up and followed outside. She was terrified the person the police were looking for would be Jason Emerson. However, before reaching the nearby ward, she overheard the nurse who had just changed her bandages whispering to another nurse, "Did you see clearly? Did the police really enter Mr. Emerson’s ward? Did he really hire a hitman to murder someone?"

"I saw it with my own eyes—it’s not fake. My goodness, he sure is audacious. Already beaten to this state, and he’s still causing trouble for Mary Scott," replied the other nurse.

"Maybe it’s the one inside who’s behind it. Word has it she has deep grudges against Mary Scott. You wouldn’t know it from her demeanor when I was changing her bandages—acting like her nose wasn’t a nose and her eyes weren’t eyes. She still thinks she’s some big celebrity!" The nurse who changed Charlotte Leigh’s bandages scoffed.

"Not sure if her nose is a nose or her eyes are eyes, but that face certainly isn’t a face. Tsk tsk, Lady Webb is one ruthless woman—strikes hard and true. Absolutely satisfying. A home-wrecker deserves such punishment!" the other nurse chimed in.

Charlotte Leigh stood in the distance, clenching her fists tightly. She wanted desperately to rush forward and rip their mouths apart, but her injuries and the miscarriage had left her body weak and frail, unable to act against them.

She glared venomously at the two nurses, overheard them discussing Mary Scott again, and about how stunning and confident Mary had appeared during a press conference—so much so that they now looked forward to Mary’s return to the film set.

Charlotte Leigh had been furious about their gossiping earlier, but hearing their admiration for Mary Scott now left her dizzy and nauseous.

So Mary Scott had really redeemed herself?

Jealousy, resentment—these emotions twisted Charlotte Leigh’s already swollen face into something grotesque. She deliberately walked past the two nurses, giving them a vicious glare.

The two nurses, frightened, shrank back several steps.

After Charlotte Leigh left, they clutched their chests and looked at each other uneasily, "She won’t retaliate against us, right?"

"No... probably not?"

The two hurried off to switch with other colleagues in shifts, still shaken.

Charlotte Leigh walked toward Jason Emerson’s ward. Seeing police indeed stationed there, she panicked and rushed back, terrified he would implicate her.

Back in her ward, Charlotte Leigh grew increasingly anxious. After some thought, she threw on her coat and decided to leave the hospital. But as soon as she opened the door, she was met with a face that haunted her nightmares, causing her to stumble back several steps, trembling as she spoke, "L-Lady Webb..."

"I never expected you to be such a gutsy one. Beaten into this state, yet still daring to instigate Jason Emerson to carry out your schemes. Impressive!" Erica Hamlet said as she approached, having heard from the police about Jason’s latest blunder.

Charlotte Leigh’s legs trembled fiercely due to lingering trauma from the previous day, "N-no, it wasn’t me. It was Reporter Emerson himself who wanted to seek revenge against Mary Scott. It’s not my fault—it really has nothing to do with me!"

"Nothing to do with you?" Erica Hamlet sneered, raising her arms.

Charlotte Leigh, frightened by Erica’s movement, crumbled to her knees, "Lady Webb—please don’t hit me again. I swear I didn’t mean to do it!"

Erica Hamlet, who had meant only to cross her arms, was amused by Charlotte’s reaction and laughed derisively at the woman groveling at her feet like a lost dog, "Relax. I won’t hit you again. In fact, I should thank you. Without your meddling, I wouldn’t have figured out how to deal with him. After all, a man who indulges in extramarital affairs is a headache to manage—keeping him around is revolting!"

Erica Hamlet poked the still-trembling Charlotte Leigh a few times, taunting her, "Look at someone like you—trying to compare yourself to Miss Scott? Do you even deserve that?"

Leaving those words behind, Erica Hamlet turned to leave.

Charlotte Leigh remained trembling from fear at first, but as Erica’s final remark echoed in her ears, her trembling turned into hateful, angry convulsions. Not only were the gossiping nurses saying she was inferior to Mary Scott, but now even a woman like Erica Hamlet dared to belittle her. Why?

It was nothing but the difference between victors and losers. If she’d won this time, the one redeemed would have been her, and no one would say such things!

She wasn’t inferior to Mary Scott—she simply hadn’t been as fortunate as Mary when they first debuted. It was merely bad luck...

Just as Charlotte Leigh was stewing in her unwillingness to accept reality, two police officers appeared outside her ward and froze momentarily at seeing her kneeling on the ground. Then they asked routinely, "Are you Miss Charlotte Leigh?"

Charlotte Leigh’s hatred and reluctance abruptly turned into terror upon hearing the officers’ question. She was about to shake her head when a nurse answered in her stead, "Officers, this is Charlotte Leigh."

"Miss Charlotte Leigh, we suspect you’re involved in a case and need you to come with us to the police station to assist in the investigation," one officer politely said, having seen her hospital bracelet with her name.

Charlotte Leigh shook her head vigorously and refused in agitation, "I can’t—I’m still hospitalized. I can’t leave. You can’t make me go."

The lead officer frowned and instructed his colleague to consult a doctor. Before he could finish, the nurse Charlotte had earlier glared at interjected, "Officers, I’m her nurse. Her condition is stable and she’s able to cooperate with your investigation."

Charlotte Leigh, horrified, looked up at the nurse who had just falsely claimed her health was fine, "You’re lying! I’m not well. I can’t go..."

The officers, seeing Charlotte Leigh’s tantrum, adopted a more formal demeanor, "Miss Leigh, please cooperate with the investigation."

Charlotte Leigh stubbornly resisted going to the police station, causing such a commotion that the leading officer frowned at her behavior. "If that’s the case, we’ll question you here instead."

Charlotte Leigh wanted to protest further, but the lead officer sternly stated, "If Miss Leigh continues to resist, we may charge you with obstruction of justice and take you in."

The remark silenced Charlotte Leigh.

...

The press conference concluded, and several topics involving Mary Scott trended.

#MaryScottVoting##MaryScottPoor##MaryScottMatchmakerPhotos##GorgeousAndFierce##MaryScottFriendship#... Any topic tied to Mary catapulted to the top searches.

In an instant, Mary Scott’s popularity soared, overshadowing the industry’s top stars.

Footage of Mary Scott’s press conference performance was edited and uploaded online, earning her a wave of casual fans.

Her previously tarnished reputation was fully exonerated, and welfare organizations in Shenton City also stepped forward to share evidence of Mary Scott’s earlier donations, verifying Reporter Summer Lucy’s article.

No one expected further developments, yet the official Twitter account of the Youth League reposted the welfare organizations’ tweet and lauded Mary Scott’s actions.

Knowing Mary’s redemption had official backing, the industry now dared to reactivate Mary Scott, lifting any concerns they had before.

She not only gained netizen support but also official recognition, which was far more impactful than any ordinary redemption.

Even previously mocking black-haters reluctantly fell silent after seeing the government repost.

The scandal that David Locke had been desperately trying to clean up for years was effortlessly resolved thanks to Alfred Scott’s unintentional move and Mary Scott’s press conference.

Inside the car.

Mary Scott sat in a daze, still not fully comprehending how she had won.

Back when she secretly had Mia Anderson organize the voting plan without letting David Locke know, Mary Scott had little confidence, taking things one step at a time without a clear path.

She hadn’t expected success.

Her victory, incredibly, felt surreal even now.

David Locke noticed Mary’s dazed expression and reached out to ruffle her hair, "You did well."

Mary Scott, jolted back to reality, stared intently at David.

David Locke froze briefly under Mary’s direct, earnest gaze before smirking, "What? So happy? For a moment, I truly thought you planned to retire from the industry."

Mary Scott, slightly embarrassed, scratched her head, "That’s because I thought there was no way out."

"Idiot," David Locke teased affectionately.

Mary didn’t mind David’s teasing at all, radiating joy.

From the back seat, Alfred Scott couldn’t help but add sarcastically, "Just a case of blind luck. If the audience had voted otherwise, I bet you’d be crying right now."

Reflecting on how he had been a bundle of nerves backstage during the event, Alfred Scott felt shaken.

But Alfred’s comment earned him a disgruntled glance from David Locke before Mary could respond.

Alfred immediately backed down, intimidated.

Mia Anderson wasn’t in much better shape than Alfred. Having orchestrated the voting, her nerves had been stretched taut—especially during the final minutes, feeling like a rollercoaster ride.

If not for her resilient heart, Mia thought she’d already be on an ambulance.

Fortunately, all turned out well in the end.

Scrolling through online reports filled with praise for Mary Scott, and surprisingly, even Helena Marion’s team had chimed in favorably for Mary—their first positive remarks in ages regarding her.

While Mia pondered this rare occurrence aloud, David Locke chuckled derisively beside her, "It’s not that they’ve changed their nature—they’ve changed their owner."

"Changed their owner?" David’s remark caught everyone off guard.

"Forgot about Charlotte Leigh’s incident last night?" David replied, amused by Mary’s puzzled expression.

Mary Scott had completely forgotten about Charlotte Leigh, even though the media mentioned her during the press conference. Only upon David’s hint did she recall Charlotte Leigh was exposed last night, caught in an affair with someone during a live broadcast—a scandal that dominated the top search rankings. The man involved turned out to be the backroom boss of Helena Marion’s studio. Surprised, she turned to David Locke, "So Helena Marion’s studio was taken over by Lady Webb?" freёnovelkiss.com

"Not so dense after all." David smiled approvingly with faux encouragement.

Mary Scott glared at him indignantly—was that supposed to be a compliment?

Neither Alfred Scott nor Mia Anderson paid attention to their banter, being too engrossed by the new information. They both blurted out, "So the adulterer lost his power—does that mean Charlotte Leigh got nothing out of it?"

"Mind the language, kids," Mary mildly reprimanded the duo.

The ’kids’ felt wronged, "..."

Not like you two cared we were here during your incessant flirting!

Alfred Scott and Mia Anderson exchanged scornful glances at Mary before focusing expectantly on David Locke.

Amused by their enthusiasm, David decided to indulge them this time, "It’s not entirely fruitless. That guy, Reporter Emerson, did Charlotte Leigh a lot of favors—the stuff smearing Mary Scott previously kept trending due to their handiwork."

"True enough. Considering how deliberate their antics were, they deserve this downfall," Mia added, recalling Charlotte Leigh exposing Mary’s father while pretending innocence—such an act was revolting.

Mia’s comment led David to narrow his eyes and sneer lightly, "This is just the beginning. Their downfall hasn’t truly arrived."

David’s words left Alfred and Mia taken aback, "Even worse? Their fate hasn’t bottomed out yet?"

Mia vividly remembered Lady Webb’s fierce way of teaching Charlotte Leigh and her lover a lesson last night—a scene that still felt satisfying to replay.

But before the pair could ask further, David fell silent, and Alfred Scott’s phone began to ring, breaking the gossip-heavy spell in the car.

Alfred glanced at the caller ID, murmuring puzzledly, "Huh? It’s an unfamiliar number."

David glanced at it briefly, "Answer it."

Alfred nodded, but as soon as he pressed accept, David cryptically added, "Their reckoning begins."

Neither Mia nor Mary understood his meaning until Alfred Scott, looking increasingly serious, uttered the phrase "Officer," and sat up straight.

After the call ended, the car originally headed toward Rose Valley instead turned back toward the police station.

Mary Scott accompanied Alfred to give his statement, learning that while she had been hosting the press conference, David Locke had been busy behind the scenes. The police had already gathered evidence and apprehended the suspect responsible for throwing dangerous objects at Alfred, nearly endangering his life.

During interrogation, it was revealed that the mastermind behind the act was Jason Emerson.

Jason, being Charlotte Leigh’s lover, quickly caved under police questioning and pinned all blame on Charlotte Leigh, naming her as the orchestrator.

As a result, Charlotte Leigh became implicated as the primary culprit in the attempted murder of Alfred Scott.

If Jason’s claims were upheld, even though Alfred wasn’t gravely harmed, Charlotte would face legal consequences.

Mary Scott thought back to her early days at Starlight Entertainment when Charlotte Leigh was also a fledgling rookie—both young and innocent. But somewhere along the way, Charlotte had changed. Likely when she become seduced by the glamour of the entertainment industry.

Sighing deeply, Mary couldn’t help but lament silently. Leaving the police station, her attention was drawn to David Locke, dressed in a coffee-colored coat, standing tall and leaning against their car. His silhouette erased her melancholy as she stepped into the sunlight, striding toward the man with purpose.

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