Chapter 1260: 1256

The appearance of a piece of paper drew everyone’s gaze. Before anyone could pick it up and look, Mason Bennett took out his phone and placed it on the coffee table alongside it.

Vivian Thornecroft looked at the paper and phone on the table, her eyes darkening slightly.

She knew that what was displayed there must be the so-called evidence.

He stepped forward, picked up the paper, and read it. Afterward, he laughed.

He held the paper out to everyone.

"Is this what Mr. Bennett calls evidence? A transaction record that can be printed at leisure?"

Yes, it was a transaction record.

The remitter was Vivian Thornecroft.

And the recipient was the name of that truck driver.

Mr. Lawrence saw the words on the paper, furrowing his brow, unfamiliar with the recipient’s name.

But given what Mason had said, it was not hard to guess whose name it was.

"Mason, is this what you call evidence?"

Mr. Lawrence also did not believe this was real.

After all, a bank-issued transaction slip is essentially just a record printed on ordinary paper.

It’s easy to forge.

Moreover, this kind of record does not bear the bank’s seal.

So when Vivian said it could be printed at leisure, it was indeed true.

But Mason was not at all flustered, after all, his preparations were more than just that.

Louis Lawrence looked at the few people beside him, lowered his crossed legs, and leaned forward to take the phone.

The screen was not locked, as it wasn’t Mason Bennett’s personal phone.

Louis fiddled with it, paused suddenly, then raised his eyebrow and glanced at Vivian Thornecroft holding the transaction record, his mouth forming a faint smile.

"Print records can indeed be forged, but what about this?"

The phone screen faced everyone, showing a video.

In the video was a woman holding a child, the background resembling an interrogation room.

The video displayed timestamps and various data, with large characters in the corner indicating the filming location.

Brocade City Splendid River District Police Bureau.

This was a video from the police interrogation room.

In the video, the woman holding a child had tears streaming down her face, her eyes swollen, while the child in her arms neither cried nor fussed, appearing somewhat dazed.

"Officer, I really don’t know anything. My child is still in the hospital, please let me go,"

The woman pleaded tearfully.

"According to our investigation, the insurance money from your husband’s fatal car accident hasn’t come through yet. Your son’s surgery costs amount to fifty thousand. We’ve asked your relatives and friends, they say your financial situation is poor, and you have borrowed surgery fees from people around you, amounting only to a few thousand. Where did these fifty thousand come from?"

The policeman’s words made the woman’s eyes flicker, she stammered.

"I, this, this money was borrowed, borrowed from a wealthy old classmate, yes, borrowed."

The woman said firmly.

But the police were clearly not buying it.

"Ma’am, please cooperate with our work. We have investigated, and you don’t have such friends around you. Where did these fifty thousand really come from? If you can’t explain, we will hold this money for now and investigate the source. If it’s obtained illegally, you will be arrested."

These words directly stunned the woman, making her forget to cry.

Her husband was gone, and she had two children to care for—how could she be arrested?

The woman was suddenly panicked: "No, officer, you can’t randomly arrest people. How could others know about our economic situation? We’re afraid of showing off, so we told others we don’t have money. Officer, this money is really ours!"