Chapter 258
Chapter 258:
One clip showed Yelena being forcibly thrown out of the Roberts residence, her belongings scattered on the ground like trash. Another revealed Sonya falsely accusing Yelena of theft, her voice shrill with fabricated outrage. The most damning video showed Sonya cutting up Yelena’s clothes and destroying her personal items with spiteful glee.
The malice in their actions was palpable, their viciousness laid bare for all to see.
Documents could be forged, but videos like these didn’t lie.
The truth was inescapable.
The narrative Tatiana and Sonya had carefully constructed crumbled under the weight of cold, hard evidence.
The Internet exploded in response.
Those who had once sympathized with Tatiana and Sonya were left feeling duped, their outrage redirected.
The mother-daughter duo, once pitied, were now vilified as shameless manipulators who had accused Yelena of their own vile misdeeds.
Tatiana and Sonya lounged on their sagging sofa, a bowl of grapes between them, their earlier panic replaced by smug complacency.
Sonya leaned back with a sigh of relief, replaying the near-disaster in her mind.
Cutting the livestream when she did had been a stroke of luck.
A moment longer, and her carefully buried scandals might have come roaring back to life, exposing her for the fraud she was.
She hadn’t anticipated how tenacious people could be, digging up old dirt she’d long considered forgotten. But next time, she vowed, there wouldn’t be any mistakes.
Sonya resolved to block any potential troublemakers in her next livestream, ensuring no one could bring up her past. No slip-ups again.
Breaking the silence, she glanced at Tatiana. “Mom, has anyone from the Harris family contacted you yet?” A full day had passed since they began their campaign, and yet there was no sign of a response from the Harrises. If no one reached out soon, Sonya would have to keep up the sob story—a task growing increasingly tiresome.
𝔐𝔬𝔯𝔢 𝔲𝔭𝔡𝔞𝔱𝔢𝔰 𝔦𝔫
The recent backlash and skepticism had made it harder to maintain her act.
Tatiana shook her head, her brow furrowing in mild irritation. “Not a word,” she replied, her voice tinged with confusion. “It doesn’t make sense. Why hasn’t anyone from the Harris family made a move? This whole scandal is damaging their reputation. They should be worried by now p>
Was this calm a calculated response? Were the Harrises too composed to react hastily?
“Maybe they haven’t heard the news yet?” Sonya muttered, her irritation mounting. “We’ve been putting on this sob story for long enough. Surely Yelena has seen it by now p>
“Why don’t you ask Bella to find out what’s going on with the Harris family?” Tatiana suggested, her tone sharp with mounting frustration.
The confidence she had initially felt was slipping away, replaced by a gnawing sense of unease.
The silence from the Harris family was unnerving. Tatiana had been so certain that their scandal would provoke an immediate reaction—panicked calls, an offer to negotiate, and most importantly, financial compensation.
Instead, they were met with an infuriating void. It was as if their efforts were going utterly unnoticed.
“Alright, I’ll ask now,” Sonya replied, eager to seize back some control. She picked up her phone, determined to send Bella a message.
Before she could type, her phone buzzed with an incoming message. It was from Bella.
Curiosity flickered across Sonya’s face as she opened the message. But as her eyes skimmed the content, her expression froze, and the blood drained from her face.
“Sonya, what’s wrong?” Tatiana demanded, her voice rising with urgency. Sonya’s stiff posture and wide-eyed stare were enough to spark alarm.