[What kind of monster uses her own mother’s death for money?]
[No wonder her mom died early; karma got her first!]
[Like mother, like daughter! They both got what they deserved!]
[Serves her right. The car hit the right one!]
The online outrage spread like wildfire. Within hours, my photos topped every trending list. People called me names such as “unfilial daughter,” “scammer,” and “garbage woman.” Those labels became who I was.
Then the live streamers turned the crowd against me. Spectators began hurling rotten vegetables and eggs, shouting insults as I forced my way through the chaos.
Despite that, I stepped over trash and broken shells, walked straight up to Caleb, and asked quietly, “Do you really have to go this far, Caleb?”
He frowned, and before he could answer, Brielle spoke up with tears shimmering in her eyes.
“Aria,” she whimpered, “I know your mom’s gone, but I’ve been suffering too! Please, just let me go. Stop tormenting me already!”
Seeing her pitiful act, Caleb’s gaze softened instantly.