Chapter 3

The video of Serena deliberately crashing into me had somehow been uploaded online.

Netizens immediately recognized that she had intentionally hit me.

“I didn’t upload the video. I had no idea about it.” I endured the pain and patiently tried to explain, reaching out to grab her hand.

“Don’t touch me!” Scarlett pulled her hand away in disgust. She wasn’t listening to my explanations, convinced that I was the one who posted it.

Julian walked over, not bothering to help me up. He simply bent down and snatched my phone from my pocket.

Using my account, he posted a clarification message.

It was only when other patients’ family members nearby couldn’t stand it anymore that they came over and helped me back to my bed.

I tremblingly opened my phone.

I saw the video my daughter had just uploaded.

She was dressed in a style strikingly similar to Serena's, mimicking her soft tone of voice: “I’m Eleanor Miller’s biological daughter, and I’m speaking up to set the record straight. As her daughter, I can no longer stand her shameless and despicable behavior.”

“My Auntie Serena and Dad grew up together, childhood sweethearts. But my mother used disgraceful means to get pregnant with me, forcing my dad to marry her.”

“The video is fake. My mom deliberately provoked and insulted Auntie Serena, trying to frame her and get her arrested. I’m her daughter, how could I lie…?”

My hand trembled as I scrolled through the comments.

Below, comments slandering me and sympathizing with Serena covered the screen.