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Bang! Something crashed downstairs, but Abigail didn’t even flinch. Her steps stayed steady all the way to her room.
She kept repeating to herself: Don’t care. Don’t be upset. You already know what they are.
And yet, when Helen said without hesitation that she’d trade her away to save Boone, it still cut deep.
As a child, she’d been treated like an animal by her adoptive family – worked like a mule, beaten for no reason, never a moment’s peace.
She used to watch other kids be coddled and adored by their parents and feel an aching envy in her little heart.
So when she found out she wasn’t really their child, she held onto hope. She fought through countless hardships to find the Gibson family, believing that what waited for her was a warm embrace, a home that was truly her own.
But reality had been a ruthless blade that shredded every last one of those illusions.
Abigail stood frozen in place, the air around her suddenly bitter and cold.
Truth was, from the moment they tricked her into that mental institution five years ago, she had stopped expecting anything from the Gibson family. Maybe this pain she still felt now… maybe it came from that tiny sliver of hope her younger self had still clung to.
She let out a sharp breath. Thankfully, she still had her master. She wasn’t completely alone.
Come to think of it, it had been over five years since she last saw her. She wondered if her master had been eating well these past few years.
She’d been so foolish – actually fell for the Gibson family’s lies and got herself locked up. Abigail felt she’d failed her master’s teachings and had avoided reaching out because of the shame. She’d clawed her way out of that asylum by herself, and now, she didn’t even know how to face her again.
Velora Atelier hadn’t sent any word about her master in a long time. She must have been disappointed in her too.
With Abigail refusing to budge, Marshall had no choice but to go out and try to fix things himself.
But the situation was worse than anyone expected.
The moment Boone was taken away by the police, a video hit the internet. Netizens immediately connected it to the earlier exposé by “Detective Zero,” and soon his Twitter was flooded with comments.
“Detective Zero” didn’t keep anyone waiting. He responded quickly – with hard evidence.
He dropped surveillance footage, fully enhanced and crystal clear, showing the exact moment of the crash.
It was three in the morning. A yellow sports car sped down an empty street, blasting through a red light without slowing down – actually accelerating – and crashed straight into an electric scooter that had the right of way. The rider and vehicle were sent flying.
Not once did anyone get out of the car. Instead, the driver slammed on the gas and fled the scene.
Attached to the video was a photo of Boone posing in front of the very same yellow sports car.
The license plate matched exactly – proof the car belonged to Boone.
The internet exploded. Outrage swept through every platform like wildfire.
“Boone’s absolutely heartless! He hit someone and ran like a coward!”
“This is what the entertainment industry is full of now? Scum like this? He deserves to be punished to the fullest extent of the law!”
“Blacklist him already! People like this have no place in the public eye!”
The victim was a food delivery driver. Due to delayed treatment, he was left permanently disabled. He had a child battling cancer, desperately in need of money for surgery.
With him out of commission, his entire family was left in ruins.
As that detail came to light, netizens were furious. Some focused on condemning Boone, while others began looking for legitimate donation channels to help the delivery driver’s family.
In just one day, enough money was raised to cover the child’s surgery.
The boy’s mother even recorded a video to thank everyone, saying the surgery funds were now enough and asking people to stop donating.
Their quiet honesty made the contrast with Boone’s hit-and-run even more glaring – and enraged the internet even more.
Public pressure came crashing down on the Gibson family like an avalanche. Their company’s stock tanked overnight. Business partners backed out in droves. The Gibson family was in the worst crisis they’d ever faced.
Marshall ran to the Gibson family’s main branch to beg for help, but the family matriarch scolded him on the spot.
“Look at the son you raised. He’s dragged the rest of us down with him. And now you’ve got the nerve to ask us for help? What exactly do you expect us to give you?”
“Ahem.” The Gibson family patriarch cleared his throat, looking troubled. “Marshall, it’s not that we don’t want to help you – but when it comes to breaking the law, there’s really nothing we can do.”
He gave a subtle nudge. “Didn’t you say the Hawthorne family is your in-law? Why not ask them for help?”
Marshall picked up on the hint, sighing helplessly. “It’s not like I don’t want to. But the Hawthorne family isn’t somewhere I can just walk into.”
The matriarch cut in, “I heard Lucas sent someone over recently to bring Abigail back to the Hawthorne estate.” Her tone was suggestive. “You may not be able to get in – but someone else can.”
The mention of that made Marshall furious. “I told Abigail to go see Lucas before I came here. That ungrateful girl refused.”
The patriarch’s brows drew together, a flicker of displeasure passing through his eyes. “She refused? What is wrong with her? Doesn’t she know how serious this is? The Gibson family is on the brink of collapse and she’s still being stubborn?”
“Marshall, that’s where your family messed up,” the matriarch said with a scoff. “If she were in my house, it wouldn’t be up to her. I’d tie her up and send her over if I had to.”
Marshall’s eyes lit up at that. He was already running the numbers in his head, calculating whether it was doable.
The moment he saw the main branch was just dodging responsibility, he knew they weren’t going to lift a finger to help.
After he left, the matriarch crossed her arms. “We might as well use this to test the Hawthorne family’s stance. If they don’t step in, that means they never cared about the engagement in the first place. And if that’s the case, there’s no reason for us to care either.”
It’s just a side branch anyway. If it goes under, so be it.
Marshall returned from the main house empty-handed. Adrian had just gotten back from the police station too, where he’d gone to speak with Boone.
Seeing the looks on their faces, Helen’s heart sank. Still clinging to hope, she asked, “They won’t help?”
Marshall shook his head, his face somber. “They’re afraid of getting dragged into it. They’re doing everything they can to steer clear – no way they’re helping.”
Adrian frowned. “I spoke with Boone, and he finally told me the truth. He really did hit that man.”
“What?” Helen’s voice cracked. She felt like the sky had fallen. They’d all thought he was being framed. “Then that video online…”
Adrian’s face was tense as he continued, “I only learned about the video after leaving the station. But Boone said that street had no surveillance at the time. He’d already paid someone to take the fall. That guy’s already in prison.”
“Then how is this even coming back up?” Helen collapsed onto the couch, completely lost. “Is someone targeting Boone?”
But Marshall picked up on something more important. “If Boone already found someone to take the blame, then we stick to that story. And the video didn’t even show Boone’s face.”
