Chapter 253
Chapter 253:
While others might be fooled by their lies, Brody knew the truth. He had witnessed firsthand how cruelly the Roberts family had treated Yelena when they believed she had nothing to offer. And now, seeing them rewrite history so brazenly filled him with rage.
“Let them talk,” Yelena said, her voice cool and detached.
Brody’s frustration crackled through the line. “Yelena, you can’t just brush this off! This isn’t some petty rumor—it’s a full-blown smear campaign. The longer you stay silent, the more people will believe their lies. You have to act before it spirals out of control p>
“Relax,” Yelena replied, her tone steady, almost unnervingly calm. “I hear you p>
Her tranquility wasn’t born of ignorance—it was calculation. Yelena had already connected the dots. Sonya must have discovered her true identity as the Harris family heiress. It explained everything—the sudden visit to the Harris estate, the manipulative livestream, the desperate attempt to rewrite history. Back when they thought Yelena’s birth family was poor, Tatiana and Sonya had discarded her without a second thought. Now that they knew Yelena actually held the keys to unimaginable wealth and status, they were scrambling to claim her.
Their claim that they had “visited her” meant that they had already been to the Harris estate.
But she hadn’t been home.
And if the Harris couple had been home, they would undoubtedly have welcomed Tatiana and Sonya, if only out of courtesy.
But today, the Harris estate had been quiet, with only Bella left behind.
The situation began to make more sense. This entire mess had Bella’s fingerprints all over it.
Bella, who had never missed an opportunity to stir trouble, must have taken advantage of the situation to let Tatiana and Sonya spin their drama online.
This time, Tatiana and Sonya weren’t content with mere visits or petty complaints—they had learned that airing grievances online created far more damage.
“Yelena, just tell me what you want to do, and I’ll handle it,” Brody said, his earlier frustration now tempered. Seeing her composed demeanor had calmed him as well, though the livestream had initially enraged him.
𝗙𝗼𝘂𝗻𝗱 𝗮𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘀𝗼𝘂𝗿𝗰𝗲: g⍺𝗅𝗇𝗈ν𝖊𝗅𝘀⧼ⅽ𝗼𝗺
“No rush,” Yelena replied, her voice even. “I’ll assess the situation first. Let them keep talking for now. If I need your help, I’ll let you know p>
After hanging up, Yelena turned her attention back to her day. She made her way to the boutique, overseeing the displays and ensuring the arrangements met her usual high standards. It was only after completing the task to her satisfaction that she finally headed home.
When Yelena arrived home, she found Bella lounging on the living room sofa, her eyes glued to her phone with a look of barely contained glee.
As soon as Bella noticed Yelena’s return, she quickly locked her phone, her smug smile vanishing as if she’d rehearsed the move a thousand times. Her expression morphed into one of feigned concern, her voice soft and syrupy.
“Yelena, are you alright? I’m so worried about you,” Bella said, her eyes brimming with mock sincerity.
Yelena’s expression didn’t shift an inch. Her tone was calm, almost dismissive. “Worried about what? What could possibly happen to me p>
Bella’s pretense was obvious—she wasn’t worried about Yelena. She was waiting, hoping, to see her break down.
But Yelena wasn’t about to give her that satisfaction. Wasn’t Bella celebrating a bit too early? Her impatience was almost amusing.
Bella’s irritation grew as Yelena’s composed demeanor refused to crack.
Even with the ongoing online storm, Yelena remained utterly unruffled. Bella’s mind raced, filled with doubts. Humph! Yelena had to be faking it! How long could she keep this up?
Surely Yelena knew what was happening—how the Internet was tearing her apart, how everyone was branding her as ungrateful, how her personal life was being dissected.