Chapter 6
Felix continued to try and repair our relationship, much like the sunflowers he’d plant every time we moved to a new place.
“Felicity, it’s going to get better. Once you’re well, I’ll take you back home, plant the sunflowers you love, and we’ll paint together again,” he promised.
I glanced down at my hand, still immobile. Could I even paint anymore?
Felix, sensing my doubt, spoke again with unwavering determination, “It will get better. I’ll make you well, and I’ll make those who hurt you pay for what they did.”
Right now, I was more worried about my grandmother. She should have been discharged by now. I had missed my chance to pick her up from the hospital.
I couldn’t face her looking like this. All I could do was beg Felix not to tell her, and to wait until I was better before seeing her again.
But that day, I received a video from an unfamiliar number.
In the video, a group of people surrounded my grandmother, whose hair was completely white, and threw rotten vegetable leaves and stinky eggs at her.
Their filthy words echoed through the video: “Your granddaughter’s shameless! She’s out there seducing a taken man and won’t even apologize. Get her out here!”
“Her parents died early; that’s why she’s so poorly raised. What a disgusting person!”
“Your granddaughter’s famous online now. Look at her, getting beaten by the girlfriend of the man she seduced–she deserves it!”
I watched, paralyzed, as my grandmother’s cries pierced the air. She argued with them, “Felicity isn’t like that! Stop saying that! That’s not her, it’s not!”
At that moment, my heart almost stopped. That was my grandmother!
Darcy had posted the video of me being beaten online when she was at the villa, and now it was trending.
Some netizens tracked me down and exposed my details. My entire life, everything, was laid bare for the world to see.
To them, I was an orphan with no parents who had undergone surgery to secretly infiltrate the mansions of a rich man, trying to seduce him.
