Chapter 876:
Then, in one earth-shattering moment, an exclusive bombshell revelation emerged from investigative journalism, rocketing up the trending charts with meteoric speed. Every user across social media stampeded toward the groundbreaking development. The comprehensive report showcased a revealing interview featuring Eugene as the primary subject. The camera captured his composed demeanor as he delivered his statement with crystalline clarity: “We have just obtained the comprehensive diagnostic results, which definitively prove that Vivian does not suffer from gastric cancer.”
Armed with that single definitive proclamation, Eugene promptly disappeared from view. He had received advance intelligence that Derek, Norma, and Babette were racing toward his location with interrogation on their minds. Nevertheless, his solitary sentence had achieved its intended destruction. Subsequent journalistic investigations delved deeper into the controversy, providing additional confirmation that Vivian possessed no traces of stomach cancer whatsoever.
Although a prescient minority had chosen to embrace the truth in Millie’s evidence when she first unveiled the clinical documents, this official verification still detonated a seismic reaction across the digital landscape. First, those who had endured brutal cyber harassment from Vivian’s rabid supporters carefully preserved copies of Vivian’s official medical documentation for future reference.
When confronted with illogical arguments and desperate deflections, they wielded this evidence like an unshakeable weapon of truth.
“Abandon your desperate excuses and fabricated justifications. Vivian deliberately masqueraded as someone afflicted with stomach cancer.”
“I have tolerated more than enough torment from both Vivian and her delusional army of supporters!”
Next came those who had fallen victim to Vivian’s elaborate web of deceit—the very supporters who had championed her cause with unwavering devotion. The deeper their trust in Vivian had penetrated their hearts, the more brutal and unforgiving their previous assaults against Millie had become. Now, awakened to the stark realization that they had been masterfully manipulated, these betrayed supporters transformed into the most furious and vengeful adversaries.
“Vivian, emerge from hiding and provide answers! How dare you manipulate us so completely? I actually wasted my sympathy on your lies!”
𝗦𝗼𝘂𝗿𝗰𝗲 𝗼𝗳 𝘁𝗿𝘂𝘁𝗵: 𝖌𝖆𝗅𝗇𝗈𝖛𝖊𝗅𝘀﹒ⅽ𝗈𝗆
The most humiliated victims were those who had desperately competed to secure coveted tickets for Vivian’s memorial service. They now brandished these morbid souvenirs like badges of shame. Their burning question pierced through the digital chaos with savage simplicity: “Vivian, at what precise moment do you intend to graciously invite us to attend your own memorial service?”
Creative vindication took countless forms as some supporters crafted elaborate videos featuring their worthless memorial tickets, setting “Glimmer of Love” as the haunting soundtrack while writing captions dripping with bitter irony: “Vivian, your funeral march resonates beautifully through the air. What delicious irony that it remains Millie’s masterful creation—absolutely splendid! I’m now enthusiastically supporting you and Millie to forge a wonderful friendship.”
Countless others who had extended their heartfelt compassion to Vivian, genuinely trusting she teetered on death’s precipice, now seethed with righteous indignation. They bombarded Vivian’s social media accounts with an avalanche of accusations and demands for accountability. More extreme individuals mobilized toward the hospital with determined fury, their voices rising in thunderous chants and angry declarations that echoed throughout the medical facility’s corridors.
Within the sterile confines of the hospital ward, Vivian found herself effectively imprisoned and isolated. Eugene had departed to address pressing matters, issuing strict instructions for security personnel to maintain vigilant surveillance at the entrance until his return.
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