Her words made my stomach churn, and I couldn’t hold back. "Have you lost your mind?" I said sharply. "Mr. Kramer’s son has been injured for days, and you’ve been spreading that story yourself. Do you think they’ll just hand over money? You’re practically signing your own death warrant!"
No sooner had I said this than my mother gasped loudly. She had just spotted a new post online—a clarification statement issued by the Kramer Group.
The statement declared that Mr. Kramer’s son had been on vacation abroad all along and was never injured. It branded the online rumors as false and vowed to hold those responsible legally accountable.
Within moments, the once-busy comment sections were silenced, and every post about Julia vanished from the platform.
Julia’s face drained of color, and she froze. My parents, too, began pacing frantically around the room.
Then, just as panic took hold, Julia’s phone pinged. Albert Kramer had sent her a message:
"I’ll send someone to pick you up. Be downstairs in five minutes."