During the live broadcast, Vera Hansen was still singing, while in the shadows, soone smashed the cup in their hand.
"I can’t take it anymore!" the person shouted, "Vera, I really can’t watch this any longer!"
Vera Hansen hadn’t finished her song, yet a post on the internet had already gone viral.
Countless people saw it and were imdiately enraged.
In no ti, the hashtag #SerenaSterlingCritical# shot up to the trending list.
All this, just because of a single post.
The content of the post was a few photos and a paragraph.
567: Can’t watch this anymore, Vera, try playing the victim again! I really have things on my hands, keep it up and I’ll release everything!
There were three photos.
One was Serena Sterling’s critical condition notice, with the content and date blurred out.
One was Serena Sterling being lifted onto a stretcher with wheels.
Under the cold white hospital corridor lights, Serena, unconscious, was covered in blood, her stretcher soaked with it. Her slightly dilated pupils stared blankly at the ceiling, her face sared with blood and tear streaks.
Beneath her, on the pad, on the stretcher bars, on the wheels... everything was covered in blood.
The last photo was a sweep to the corridor path behind the cara.
All that could be seen was blood everywhere on the corridor path where the stretcher had passed.
From the second photo, it was clear this was Serena’s blood.
These three photos looked extrely frightening, simply shocking to the core.
And from the shooting angles, it was apparent they were all sneak shots.
The person taking the photos didn’t just stay in one spot but switched several locations.
These three photos had barely been up for long before the post disappeared due to a review issue.
When reposted, the blood red had been changed to black by the person, otherwise the post might not have passed the review.
But many netizens had already taken screenshots or screen recordings of the initial post, circulating everywhere by now.
"Oh my God, what’s happening?"
"What happened to Serena?"
"Why is there so much blood!"
"Serena looks like she’s dying."
"Is this sothing recent?"
...
Countless people were in shock.
anwhile, Julian Lawson was still trying passwords.
Just after saying those words to Vera Hansen, he returned to the car.
He kept trying passwords.
Based on what Ethan Lynch had previously told him, it involved the child.
Along with the fact this box was 8 digits, it was likely a date.
digits for the year, 2 digits for the month, 2 digits for the date.
Julian Lawson thought through every date related to the child.
The day the child was lost in Frelia.
Calculating the date Serena conceived the child.
The day he saw Serena secretly buy a plot in the cetery for the child and place a blood-stained handkerchief inside.
Every annual anniversary after losing the child.
But after trying them all, he still hadn’t cracked the correct answer.
The box remained unopened.
Yet many mories ca flooding back to him.
He rembered that on that day every year, Serena always looked so haggard.
Serena didn’t know he was aware she’d prepared a grave for the child.
Every year, she would drive to the cetery alone, pretending he didn’t notice, secretly following her.
Whether sunny or rainy.
She always brought small clothes and toys, burning them in front of that little grave.
She never forgot that child.
It was an obsession they both shared.
It was a wound on her heart that would never heal.
Her pain and sorrow continuously struck his heart.
Just as he leaned against the car, his phone vibrated.
Julian Lawson glanced at it, it was a call from Jude Chaucer.
Julian touched the answer key.
"President Lawson, sothing’s wrong!" Jude Chaucer’s voice was full of urgency.
Julian forbodingly assud Vera Hansen had caused more trouble.
But what responded to him was a notification tone from his phone.
And Jude Chaucer’s words: "President Lawson, I’ve sent you the post link, soone online has exposed so critical condition photos of Miss Sheridan!"
Julian imdiately hung up and opened the ssage dialogue with Jude Chaucer.
On it was a link, Julian’s hand trembled as he held the phone.
He took a deep breath and tapped on the link.
Instantly redirected.
Then, he saw those three photos.
"Buzz, buzz."
Julian’s phone rang again, and he saw that Jude Chaucer had sent him the photos, originally saved quickly by others.
Three photos.
A critical condition notice.
Two ghastly images.
Julian’s hand holding the phone shook violently.
She was critical...
She lost so much blood...
He rembered she had a rare blood type, panda blood, what if sothing happened to her!
What on earth happened?!
When did this happen?
Why didn’t he have any impression, why didn’t he know anything?
Critical condition notice...
Serena and Sheila Jenkins didn’t have a good relationship.
As of a few months ago, even during the divorce cooling-off period, he was still Serena’s husband.
So, if there was a critical condition notice, it should have been him that signed it, but in his mory, he hadn’t signed anything.
Julian was in turmoil.
He imdiately called Jude Chaucer back.
Jude answered instantly: "President Lawson."
"Investigate!" Julian’s voice was trembling, "Find out what’s really going on!"
"Yes!" Jude Chaucer replied promptly.
After hanging up, Julian felt like he was going insane.
He wanted to do sothing, but didn’t know what he could do.
Only emotion boiling over inside, nearly destructive.
Tear drops blurred the phone screen, and suddenly Julian sprang into action.
He carefully examined the critical condition notice, but since the other party had blurred the content and date, leaving only Serena’s na, he couldn’t decipher what had happened.
It was only discernible that it was issued by Aeston First Hospital.
Aeston First Hospital, the Lynch siblings might know!
With this thought, Julian imdiately called Bianca Lynch.
Bianca Lynch had also seen the online post.
She knew this was from when Serena was pushed down the stairs by Julian Lawson, resulting in the loss of the child.
She didn’t know who had photographed it, maybe it was soone who hadn’t yet fallen asleep and snuck out from another ward to take a look.
After all, they were fighting at the ti, the sounds of the argunt weren’t quiet.
Just as she was thinking this, Bianca’s phone rang, displaying Julian’s incoming call.
Bianca scoffed, then answered the call.
"Bianca Lynch, did you see Serena’s photos online?" Julian’s urgent voice ca through as soon as the call connected.
"I saw them." Bianca’s voice was extrely calm.
"What happened to Serena, what... happened to her?" Julian continued to ask.
Bianca was at the venue then, she was also there to watch the concert.
Rembering everything from back then, her heart was filled with hatred.
She hated herself, hated Vera Hansen, also hated Julian Lawson.
She hated herself fighting with Vera, implicating Serena.
Hated Vera’s pretense, hated Vera for hurting Serena.
But she hated even more that Julian Lawson had pushed Serena down the stairs, leaving without a backward glance at Serena, refusing to answer the phone when the critical condition notice needed signing, and in the following days, never even visiting Serena!
When she saw the post, and saw it was a call from Julian Lawson, she knew what he wanted to ask.
Thus, she took the call.
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