Chapter 4

The conference room was simply arranged.

A long table, a computer connected to a large screen, and two staff members responsible for recording.

Marcus Brooks sat in the main seat, gesturing for us to sit on either side.

Emma was wheeled to the table. She pulled out her phone and skillfully opened a livestream.

"Everyone, I'm at the charity review center now. My sister is here too. I don't know why she wants to treat me this way, but I believe justice will prevail. Today, let everyone witness the truth with me."

She squeezed out a few tears for the camera. The comment section immediately erupted.

"Emma, don't be afraid! We support you!"

"Evil sister, go die!"

"Today that scammer must be punished!"

Rachel and David stood on either side of Emma like two guardians.

Marcus Brooks tapped the table, interrupting Emma's performance.

"You can livestream, but please don't film the staff members' faces, and don't make loud noises. Verification begins now."

He placed two pathology reports under the projector on the large screen.

"These two reports—one has the name Stella, one has Emma. But the pathology wax block number in the lower right corner is completely identical." Marcus Brooks circled that number with a red pen. "Medically, the same number cannot belong to two people. This means one of these is forged."

Rachel immediately shouted: "It must be Stella who forged it! She even steals her sister's medication—what's strange about forging a medical record!"

Marcus Brooks ignored her and looked at me instead: "Ms. Stella, please present your electronic medical insurance certificate."

I took out my phone, pulled up my medical insurance code, and handed it to a staff member.

The staff member scanned it with a code scanner.

The large screen immediately displayed my medical records.

A long string of entries, starting from the day of diagnosis three months ago, densely packed.

[January 15, 2026, Outpatient, Gastroscopy biopsy.]

[January 20, 2026, Hospitalization, Terminal stomach cancer diagnosis.]

[February 5, 2026, First chemotherapy, Oxaliplatin + Capecitabine.]

[February 26, 2026, Second chemotherapy...]

...

Each record was followed by clear payment amounts and the hospital's electronic signature.

The conference room fell silent for a moment.

The comments in Emma's livestream also briefly stopped scrolling.

"These... these records look really authentic."

"So many chemotherapy sessions? Wouldn't faking this cost too much?"

Rachel's expression became unnatural, but she still insisted: "What does this prove? Maybe she paid a hacker to alter the system! Computer technology is so advanced these days!"

Marcus Brooks looked at Rachel like she was an idiot.

"Ms. Rachel, the medical insurance system has national-level security. If Stella had the ability to hack into the medical insurance system, she wouldn't need to come here to apply for thirty thousand dollars in aid."

With that, Marcus Brooks turned to look at Emma.

"Ms. Emma, it's your turn. Please present your electronic medical insurance certificate."

Emma sat in the wheelchair, clutching her phone tightly, her knuckles white.

She refused to hand over her phone.

"I... I didn't bring my medical insurance card today, and my phone's dead..." She stammered out excuses.

"No problem. You can also provide your ID number." Marcus Brooks stared at her. "Or we can retrieve it directly through the police records system."

Emma completely panicked.

She suddenly clutched her head and let out a scream: "Ah! My head hurts so much! Rachel, my head hurts so much, I'm going to faint!"

With that, she closed her eyes, tilted her head, and was about to fall sideways.

Rachel immediately rushed over, wailing: "Emma! Emma, what's wrong! You heartless people are forcing my daughter to this point! If anything happens to her, I'll fight you all!"

David joined in the commotion: "We're not checking! We're not checking! What kind of crappy charity fund—we don't want it! Let's go, Emma. David will take you to the hospital!"

They pushed the wheelchair toward the exit.

"Stop."

I spoke coldly, my voice not loud but carrying bone-chilling coldness.

I walked to the doorway and blocked their path.

"Nobody leaves until we get to the bottom of this today."

I looked at Emma with her eyes closed, pretending to faint, and directly pulled out my phone to call 120.

"Hello, City General Hospital Emergency Center? Someone at the Spark Charity Review Center lobby has suddenly fallen into a critical coma. Yes, the patient claims to have terminal stomach cancer and is undergoing chemotherapy. The situation is critical. Please send an ambulance immediately."

After hanging up, I looked at Rachel's stiff face and smiled slightly.

"Rachel, Emma is so seriously ill—how can we not get her checked? The ambulance will be here soon. Once we get to the hospital, a blood draw and CT scan will immediately show whether it's cancer or not."

Emma's eyelids trembled violently several times.

She knew that once she entered the hospital, the fact that she wasn't sick would be completely exposed.

By then, not only would her livestream fans turn on her, she would also face fraud charges.

"No need!"

Emma suddenly opened her eyes and sat bolt upright, her voice shrill.

She glared at me viciously, her eyes full of malice.

"Stella, do you have to force me to death before you're satisfied?!"

Looking at her, I only felt it was laughable.

"Force you to death? You're the one who used my medical records to scam money. You're the one who slandered me for stealing money. Now that the truth is being investigated, you say I'm forcing you?"

Marcus Brooks walked over and held the code scanner in front of Emma.

"Ms. Emma, please cooperate with verification. If you refuse, we have reason to suspect you of using false materials to conduct online fundraising fraud. An amount exceeding one hundred thousand constitutes a large sum, with a starting sentence of three years."

Hearing the words "three years," Emma completely broke down.

With trembling hands, she pulled up her medical insurance code.

"Beep—"

The screen refreshed.

Emma's medical records appeared.

The entire room fell deathly silent.

On the large screen were only a few sparse entries.

[October 2025, Outpatient, Cold medication.]

[December 2025, Outpatient, Wisdom tooth extraction.]

Oncology visits in the past six months: 0.

Chemotherapy records: 0.

Targeted therapy prescription records: 0.

Marcus Brooks pushed up his glasses, his voice echoing through the lobby: "Ms. Emma, the system shows you don't have cancer at all.