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The posts gained traction fast, drawing waves of sympathy from strangers and loyal fans alike, who began sharing her words and offering prayers for her parents.
As Rosanna’s supporters returned in waves, the number of people wishing for her parents’ recovery continued to climb, especially after hearing about the Morgan family’s misfortune. Several generousizens even offered to donate money on their own.
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And as the event gained more attention, someizens began publicly questioning Maia online.
“No one ever wants a tragedy like this, especially since any of us could be parents one day… Rosanna is clinging to hope for her mother and father, but where is Maia in all this? No matter what happened, they took care of her for seventeen years, didn’t they?”
“People should never forget where they came from. To turn cold-hearted now is unthinkable. The Morgan family is falling apart, yet Maia, who once called them her family for seventeen years, hasn’t shown even a flicker of concern. It’s shameful. Her so-called charity work looks hollow to me. If she can’t show love to the parents who raised her, how could she ever help strangers?”
“I can’t stand by her anymore. I’ve stopped being her fan. What is she even doing these days? She hasn’t appeared, hasn’t spoken up, and acts like she’s disappearedpletely. She’s nothing but a disappointment…”
“Is this really the so-called heroine of Wront? The couple who raised her for seventeen years lie trapped in a vegetative state, and she shows no concern at all?”
Each time a remark like that surfaced, Rosanna would answer with, “I don’t me Maia… This situation is no longer tied to her, since she isn’t part of the Morgan family anymore.”
Her words seemed to set a boundary, though the undertone revealed where she truly stood.
Those statements only fueled greater sympathy toward Rosanna and deepened the pity people felt for Richard and Sandra’s plight.
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In response, a surge ofizens stormed Maia’s Twitter profile, condemning her behavior.
By keeping quiet, Maia unwillingly made herself a bigger target, as trending discussions mocked her relentlessly, some even turning into outright insults.
Inside Pattie’s vi, Rnd pressed his fingers to his temples, confusion written across his face.
“Did I really smash an antique vase of such value?” he asked in disbelief, struggling to piece together the events of the night before.
Because of his reputation as awyer, he refused to dodge ountability. If he had damaged something, he was determined to set it right.
“You absolutely did. The broken pce vase speaks for itself, and Maia saw it happen. Rnd, surely you’re not about to wriggle out of this, are you?” Pattie said, arms folded as she motioned toward the surveince camera in the corner upstairs. “The footage is all here.”
Upon hearing her words, Rnd let out a faint sigh. “Seems I really can’t handle alcohol.”
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