Sophie: Stop covering it up. You think I don’t know about the group you’re in? I’m in it myself. There’s soone nad [Goldsmith] in there, leading you wherever they want.
Sophie: You’re not actually core mbers. It’s .
Sophie: Do you think I went crazy and got seriously hurt in a fight for no reason? That’s because I know Vera Hansen’s alternate account.
Sophie: On the day of the live broadcast, it was Vera herself using her alt account to repeatedly tell us to attack that caregiver. If you don’t believe it, take a look at [Dawn], which is Vera spelled backwards.
There were already plenty of onlookers.
Now, having seen the ntion of the [Dawn] account, they imdiately went to investigate.
Furthermore, because soone had live-stread the brawl at Vivian’s Floral Studio that day, soone recorded it.
As a result, all the statents made by [Dawn] were preserved—
[There’s a trap, quickly stop recording!]
[She’s lying, the recording must be fake, she’s just trying to sar Vera!]
[Don’t believe her words; she’s in cahoots with that agency from Cygnus!]
[This recording is fake, smash it quickly!]
...
[Why are you hitting your own people? Hit the caregiver! Useless idiots, go saw the door!]
[Handle the caregiver, do you understand? You bunch of fools!]
...
There were tons of instigating comnts.
Because they were all Vera’s fans, no one thought twice about the "Vera" in the userna.
And since Vera’s hardcore fans were quite crazy, none of [Dawn]’s statents drew any attention beforehand.
But now that Sophie exposed that this was Vera’s personal alt account, things changed.
On another side, the [Dawn] account was almost thoroughly investigated.
Not only through deductions, but also from evidence provided by disillusioned fans who saw Sophie’s post and renounced their fandom.
Therefore, the evidence proving [Dawn] as Vera’s alt account was irrefutable!
Everyone was amazed at Vera’s series of manipulations.
"So, not only did Vera not stop the group brawl at Vivian’s Floral Studio, but she personally incited it?"
"Oh my god, she even asked them to saw the door, while the fight was happening!"
"When fans were fighting with saws, she called them useless and idiots? Can a person really say that?"
"Who said Vera was kind before? Co out and talk!"
...
After this series of revelations, everyone’s jaws dropped.
Especially when soone later said that after the group brawl at Vivian’s Floral Studio, they ran into Serena Sterling at the police station, who even offered as much help as she could.
For a mont, everyone was speechless.
In the hardcore fan group.
There was silence.
Then soone spoke: "The things online, could they actually be true?"
Silence fell again.
After an unknown amount of ti, soone suddenly said: "It can’t be true, I don’t believe Vera is that kind of person, it must be Serena’s doing!"
"The [Dawn] account must have been set up by Serena on purpose to say those things, throwing dirt on Vera. The timing of her appearance at the police station is too coincidental, it’s definitely a show!"
The group beca lively again.
In the middle, soone said: "Wasn’t it said that Serena was called to the police station? A bunch of people were there, her being there at that ti is normal, and wasn’t it said that fans claid to be helped, not Serena herself..."
This person was then kicked out of the group.
Others cursed this person, saying they were a mole, a traitor planted by Serena.
Online discussions were heating up.
Finally, soone asked an important question—
"Where is Vera? Isn’t this already inciting a cri?"
Nobody knew where Vera was.
Vera had not appeared online again.
Vera was about to explode with anger.
She didn’t dare to show her face anymore.
Because she had contacted Connor Goldsmith, but Connor hadn’t replied to her.
This was unusual.
She had long stopped using her own phone, relying instead on prepurchased phones and SIM cards.
Vera’s own phone had long been turned off, the SIM card removed, and the battery taken out, just in case.
She used an old, seldom-used small account to peek into the group and found that [Goldsmith] hadn’t posted anything.
Vera had a bad feeling.
She believed that before Connor replied to her, she shouldn’t erge, or else sothing bad might happen.
Vera looked at the window beside her, seeing as he had been out for so ti, unsure when he’d return.
Connor Goldsmith might have to be dealt with.
If possible, both the caregiver and Connor Goldsmith should be eliminated!
Vera clenched her phone tightly.
And Serena Sterling!
She could let others go, but not Serena.
"Serena, I should have killed you from the start!" Vera’s voice was filled with cruelty.
...
On the other side.
The car sped down the road.
In the backseat was the gaunt Julian Lawson.
He sat there like a petrified sculpture, with only his slightly reddened eyes showing a hint of humanity.
The street scenes outside continued to roll by as the car headed out of the city.
Jude Chaucer kept glancing at Julian through the rearview mirror, observing his current state.
Ever since Julian injured himself, he had been using a nanny van for transport, equipped with a doctor and ergency dical supplies.
As long as Julian’s condition wasn’t right, ergency treatnt could be administered.
But now, it seed Julian was physically fine, though he seed on the verge of a ntal breakdown.
The car sped on until it finally stopped at a cetery.
Jude quickly got out to negotiate, parking the car in a certain spot.
"President Lawson, we have arrived," Jude announced.
Julian got out of the car, sitting in a wheelchair as Jude pushed him, moving through the cetery.
Row after row.
A cold, sorrowful silence.
They arrived at a certain spot, and Jude pushed Julian inside.
Finally, they reached a specific tombstone.
This was the grave Serena had secretly erected for their first child.
She had never told him, thinking he didn’t know, only visiting discreetly on special days to pay her respects.
He had never let her know that he understood all along.
Julian looked over, wanting to see their first child.
It seed like only here could he find so peace.
But when he looked over, he discovered, right beside this grave, a new tombstone.
Julian’s heart seed to skip a beat.
He maneuvered his wheelchair closer.
He saw the tombstone, saw the date on it, and the inscription clearly carved by her own hand.
It was that day.
Here lay the grave of their second child.
Julian’s heart trembled slightly, wondering if, had he co here a few days earlier, he might have known sooner about the loss of their second child.
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