Chapter 252
Chapter 252:
Yelena’s confusion deepened.
“What livestream?” she asked, her voice cool but firm.
The young girl quickly pulled up the livestream on her phone. The screen flickered to life, showing Tatiana and Sonya mid-performance.
“Yes, she’s so despicable. I raised her through thick and thin, but now that she’s with her real family, she’s forgotten us. When she was little, I cared for her every need, and this is how she repays us!” Tatiana leaned into the camera, her face a portrait of indignation.
“If I’d known she’d turn out like this, I’d have left her to fend for herself p>
Criticism
Tatiana and Sonya had transformed into performers on a stage, their lines carefully crafted to draw maximum sympathy from their audience. Every word was laced with calculated despair, their emotions seemingly raw and unfiltered.
Yelena, watching this unfold, couldn’t help but bitterly admire their skill. She had underestimated just how convincing they could be, turning falsehoods into a compelling narrative with remarkable finesse.
Sonya played the role of the wronged sister with tears glistening in her eyes, her vulnerability drawing the viewers in.
“Is this just another publicity stunt?” one viewer typed skeptically.
“Did something happen to make your daughter lose faith in you and your family?” another asked, questioning the narrative.
“Are you trying to take advantage of her now that she’s part of the richest family in town?” came another pointed remark.
Despite the overwhelming tide of support flooding the comment section, not everyone was convinced. The questions stung, and Sonya’s hands itched to block every dissenting voice.
Yet, she knew that doing so might backfire. So, she maintained her composure, her face a mask of sincerity as she addressed the doubts.
𝓐𝓾𝓽𝓱𝓸𝓻’𝓼 𝓼𝓲𝓽𝓮: 𝓰Ɐ𝗅𝗇𝗈ν𝖊𝗅𝘀⧿𝓬𝓸𝓶
“This isn’t a stunt. Our family treated my sister so well—we gave her everything she needed, loved her, cared for her. But ever since she went back to her biological family, she’s forgotten all about us. My mom and I went to see her, but she drove us away like strangers p>
Her words, coupled with her sorrowful expression, melted any remaining skepticism among most viewers. The comments quickly turned in her favor, the outpouring of support drowning out the few voices of dissent.
Sonya read the comments with a sense of triumph bubbling beneath her tear-streaked facade.
Sonya’s scheming ran deeper than just her performance. Behind the scenes, she had hired people to flood the comments with sympathetic messages, effectively drowning out the skeptical voices.
Yelena stared at the screen, a cold smile curling her lips. So, this was their game—using public sentiment to tarnish her reputation.
The comments capitalized on a growing resentment toward the wealthy, playing into the biases of those who couldn’t stand to see others doing well.
Around Yelena, the young women who had pointed out the livestream earlier observed her calm demeanor with astonishment.
They had expected anger, indignation, or at least a denial of the accusations. But Yelena remained utterly composed, her expression unreadable.
Just then, Yelena’s phone buzzed, snapping her out of her thoughts.
It was Brody.
The moment she answered, his frantic voice filled the line. “Yelena, have you seen the livestream? Your dear ‘sister’ is slandering you online, and it’s spreading fast! Tons of people are jumping on the bandwagon to criticize you. This is serious—how are you going to handle it?” Brody’s anger was palpable. He couldn’t believe the audacity of Sonya and Tatiana.