Chapter 7
Everything she said, we had already tearfully admitted.[
Ava couldn’t take it anymore and hurled a handful of sunflower seeds straight at her.[]
“PM! You little brat!“]
“You’ve been bullying your own mom at home, and now you come here running your mouth like we’re all idiots! You think you can just make fools of us?“]
The crowd erupted in mocking laughter and pointed fingers.
“Look at her, with all that fat, while her mom’s practically starving. Clearly, the Clark family didn’t skimp on her!“]
“Always up to no good, trying to scam people. What a disgrace.”
Hannah didn’t expect this kind of backlash.
She bit her lip in fury.]
She pulled out her phone, muttering a few words, and within moments, a car pulled up at the end of the alley.
Before leaving, she shot us a spiteful glare.
“Jessica Wilson, just you wait. I’m going to make you beg and kneel to give me that money!“]
And just like that, she disappeared again for over a month.
I sighed with relief. In the past few days, without her constant drama, it felt like a weight had been lifted off my shoulders.
We’d been walking through a storm for so long, and once we stopped holding up the umbrella for Hannah, we realized the skies were actually clear.[]
No more funding her endless concerts, buying all her overpriced merchandise, or dropping thousands on exclusive fan packages. Life was much better.
But of co
course, when thungs started going smoothly, trouble was bound to knock on our door.
I was sitting in the yard, basking in the sun, showing off my barely there baby bump when suddenly BAM the front door was locked open, and a group of reporters swarmed us, cameras flashing
“Is it true your forced your own daughter to her death to have a second child?”
“Did you really deny her inheritance just because she’s a girir“]
“Have you checked the baby’s gender? Is it the son you were hoping for?”
They surrounded me, and I instinctively put my hands over my stomach, feeling dizzy from the onslaught of quess.
Through the crowd, I saw Hannah standing outside, wrapped up with some guy, grinning as they watched my discomfort.[]
William and my mother–in–law rushed to come out and stop the chaos, but they were blocked at the door.
Sharp, dirty questions kept flying at me.
e old story s
she’d spun at the
One reporter’s phone screen showed an interview with Hannah, which, of course, was the same old village gate.
But the man beside her–that face–I recognized him.[]
His name was Daniel Harris. []
He was the one who made Hannah sign that horrible contract, the same one who planned to sell her to the sex industry.
Turns out, they were still working together.]
And I realized that Daniel had probably set this whole thing up. I
Some of the reporters didn’t even care about being professional, just clicking away with their cameras, not even bothering to take the lens caps off.]
Others were influencers, pretending to be journalists, setting up live streams in my yard.
I took a deep breath.
I needed to get these people out of here.
If they kept pushing, they could endanger my life and my baby’s.
Suddenly, I yelled out, “Ow! Someone just kicked my stomach! It hurts so much!”
I grabbed one reporter by the collar, “Was it you? I saw you right in the front!“]]
The reporter scrambled, desperately shaking his head, and squirmed out of my grip like a slippery eel.
Chapter 8
