Chapter 165
Candice’s words were like gasoline on a fire.
‘This woman has no shame! I swear to god p>
‘She needs to be punished! Where are the police p>
‘Bullies should die! And the Forrester Group, for protecting a murderer, should be destroyed p>
Benjamin’s phone began vibrating nonstop in his pocket. He knew it was his assistant. This livestream, and his connection to Rebekah, was about to drag the entire Forrester Group through the mud.
He shot Rebekah a look of pure hatred. This was all her fault.
While Benjamin stepped aside to take the call, Rebekah faced the man.
“You, as her brother, should know better than anyone why Yvonne really died p>
“Of course I know!” he shot back. “We were poor. She got into the best high school in the city on a scholarship, and she was always so proud, so sensitive about our family’s situation. She couldn’t stand being around rich kids like you, and then you publicly humiliated her, calling her clothes trash. She couldn’t take the shame, and that’s why she jumped p>
His story was a powerful one, perfectly crafted to win the sympathy of the online audience.
The story of a poor girl driven to her death by a wealthy heiress resonated with thousands. Online fury swelled to a new peak.
The wealthy parents in the auditorium, however, remained largely unmoved.
Rebekah couldn’t see the live comments, but she could imagine them. Since this old wound had been ripped open, she would use this opportunity to finally clear her name.
“Yvonne was proud, yes,” Rebekah said, her voice ringing with conviction. “But the people who truly humiliated her weren’t me. It was you. Her own family p>
“We were desk mates for three years. If I was bullying her, why would it Only come out in our senior year? The police conducted a thorough investigation and found no evidence that I ever harassed he Do you not even trust the police p>
“Rich people like you can buy anyone, even the police! You think I’d believe you p>
“You really think I have that kind of power?” Rebekah scoffed. She was about to say more when Candice stepped in front of her.
“Rebekah, is there any point in arguing? Yvonne is dead! How can you stand here and harass her family?” Candice’s voice was filled with righteous indignation.
Rebekah’s eyes were cold. “Who is harassing whom? I don’t need your fake sympathy. I will prove my innocence today p>
She pushed Candice aside. It wasn’t a hard shove, but Candice stumbled dramatically, collapsing to the floor.
Benjamin, just finishing his call, saw the whole thing.
“Candice!” He rushed to her side. Candice, her eyes red, whimpered that she’d twisted her ankle. After
helping her to a seat, he After
Rebekah’s wrist, his grip like iron. “You’ve hurt so many people Are you going to attack your own sister now p>
His words were another nail in her coffin.
Rebekah’s wrist throbbed. “Let go of me!” she cried, struggling against him.
He flung her away with such force that she stumbled backward, losing her balance and tumbling toward the edge of the stage stops. Just as she was about to fall headfirst, a figure shot out from the crowd, catching her and pulling her upright.
A familiar voice spoke from above her.
“The police haven’t even arrived yet. Isn’t it a bit early to be declaring a verdict p>