Soon, the livestream setup was ready. A camera was placed before her, its red light blinking, waiting for her to speak.
Her face was as white as paper. Looking straight into the lens, she recited numbly, word by word.
“What I posted online was a malicious lie. I was the one who seduced Salem Wardle. The injuries on my body came from when we… when we slept together.”
The comments flooded in immediately—harsh insults, curses, and jeers, scrolling faster than her eyes could follow.
Alannah stared blankly at the screen, but not a single tear fell.
When the livestream finally ended, a sharp pain surged in her chest. A bitter taste filled her mouth, and before she could breathe, she coughed up a mouthful of blood.
Seeing her in such pain, Quincy froze for a moment. Something flickered in his eyes—something that almost looked like guilt.
But just as quickly, he turned away. His voice was hard and cold. “You brought this on yourself.”
The rain came down harder. Alannah watched helplessly as the water streamed into the open urn, mixing with her mother’s ashes.
She urged, “Put it down—”
But before she could finish, Pearl suddenly collapsed into Quincy’s arms.