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    After the first outcry, the crowd quickly joined in, their voices rising in unison.


    “She took a life, and she deserves the same in return!”


    “This criminal belongs behind bars, not walking free!”


    Before Katelyn had a chance to process what was happening, the mob swarmed around her, shoving cameras and phones dangerously close to her face. Every pair of eyes burned with fury, fueled by the details of Tricia’s suicide that had been circted everywhere. After more people viewed the footage she released, a subtle shift in public opinion began to tilt in her favor.


    Yet, once the news of Tricia’s suicide spread, Katelyn became the primary target of the public’s outrage. Even though it was relentless cyberbullying that led to Tricia’s downfall, the onlinemunity shifted all the me onto Katelyn. This was the cruelest w in human nature.


    Netizens, feeling righteous, convinced themselves they were seeking justice for the victim. In their narrative, this was about an innocent victim and a viin beyond redemption.


    Using her handbag to cover her face, Katelyn maneuvered away from the blinding shes and intrusive cameras.


    “Move aside, or I will call the authorities!” Her threat fell on deaf ears.


    A stern-looking woman with sses stepped forward, her finger jabbing the air in Katelyn’s direction. “You nearly drove an innocent girl to her death! Are you just going to walk away without admitting your guilt?”


    Katelyn’s gaze turned icy cold.


    Before she had a chance to respond, armed bodyguards suddenly emerged from the hospital entrance. They were dressed in tactical bulletproof gear, wielding submachine guns—a highly trained elite force of bodyguards.


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    “Cause trouble again, and it will be thest mistake you make,” Samuel warned, his gun raised.


    Bang!


    The deafening shot sent the chaotic crowd into a panic. Faces turned pale, and without a word, they scattered in fear.


    Samuel approached Katelyn with a respectful tone. “Rest assured, Miss Bailey. Mr. Adams sent us to protect you.”


    Katelyn, feeling a wave of gratitude, nodded and allowed the team to escort her upstairs. Vincent must have anticipated the trouble and arranged for Samuel to intervene.


    If they hadn’t arrived when they did, Katelyn might have been stuck dealing with the crowd for who knows how long.


    After a few days of rest, Vincent’s condition had noticeably improved. He sat on the sofa, the top two buttons of his hospital gown undone, revealing the edge of his bandages. When he looked at Katelyn, the usual coldness in his gaze softened.


    Katelyn met his eyes, her voice full of gratitude. “Thank you for your help, Mr. Adams.”


    “It’s nothing,” Vincent replied as he set his phone aside.


    “Do you want me to suppress the online trends as well?”


    “No, that is not necessary.”


    Katelyn had regained herposure, though her beautiful face now held a frosty demeanor. On her way upstairs, she couldn’t stop thinking about how she had been ambushed by a mob of people defending Tricia the moment she stepped out of the car.


    What stuck with her most was the middle-aged woman in sses, deliberately manipting the crowd’s emotions.


    That was when Katelyn realized the crowd had been nted to stir up trouble.


    She unlocked her phone, a cold smirk ying on her lips. As expected, the photos from the incident outside the hospital were already dominating the top three spots on the trending list. Thements were vicious and frenzied.


    Vincent, watching her intently, rapped his knee with his long fingers. Despite the chaos she had faced, Katelyn remainedposed and declined Vincent’s offer of assistance. He suspected she already had a n in mind.


    He said casually, “Let me know if there is anything I can do to help.”


    Katelyn smiled faintly. “Of course.”


    At that moment, a new message popped up on her phone. Her expression grew serious. She nced at Vincent and said, “I have something urgent to handle. I will check in on youter.”


    As she walked out of the ward, Katelyn’s determined figure slowly receded from view. Samuel, observing her departure, looked puzzled. “Why did Miss Bailey turn down your help? With all the public me falling on her, she needs to counter the negative press. Otherwise, the situation could spiral out of control.”


    Vincent’s gaze was steady, tinged with a hint of admiration.


    “Reaching the peak of the storm is often necessary for a dramatic turnaround, making the eventualeback more credible. Katelyn likely has concrete evidence to counteract Tricia. Let’s just wait and see.”


    Meanwhile, Neil, sitting in his office, noticed the trending news and the overwhelmingments online. After a moment of deep contemtion, he picked up his phone and made a call.


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