Chapter 291
“I never thought they were from the Shepard family. No wonder they recognized Bonnie in the photo. They must know that the guy is Bonnie’s boyfriend, yet they call her boyfriend a gigolo. They’re stooping low to tarnish Bonnie’s reputation, using all sorts of dirty tricks.”
“I know a bit about the Shepard family. Bonnie and Trina were born in the same hospital. Ironically, a nurse accidentally swapped them.”
“So you’re saying Bonnie is the real heiress of the Shepard family? And Trina is just a fake heiress who stole Bonnie’s ex–fiancé?”
“Yeah, that’s about it.”
“Wow! I can already imagine a drama where the
bitch bullies the real heiress
and steals her fiancé. I thought such things only happened in TV dramas. I didn’t expect it to be real.”
“Trina is shameless!”
Trina suddenly became a pariah, and everyone was condemning her.
Gresham and Vera knocked on Trina’s door.
When they pushed it open, Trina burst into tears, wailing loudly. Her cries were heart- wrenching.
It startled Gresham and Vera.
“Trina, what’s wrong? Are you okay?” Gresham asked, concerned.
Tears streaming down her face, Trina choked, “They’re too much. I just made a passing comment online, saying someone in a photo looked like Bonnie. They jumped to conclusions, thinking I was deliberately stirring trouble. I didn’t say anything else! I’m so unfairly treated!”
Initially wanting to question her, Gresham and Vera softened seeing Trina in such a state.
“Trina, dear, don’t cry. We believe you’re a good girl who wouldn’t intentionally harm Bonnie,” Vera comforted.
Trina cried even harder, tears flowing freely. “You… you believing in me means a lot… I’m not a bad kid. I didn’t mean to attack Bonnie,” Trina sobbed.
“Those
Vera’s clothes were soaked with Trina’s tears. Through gritted teeth, she said, netizens are despicable! Don’t they know cyberbullying can lead to death? Many people have committed suicide due to cyberbullying. Isn’t there any regulation to punish these villains who attack others indiscriminately?”
Hearing Vera’s words, Trina finally felt relieved.
At night, Avril called Bonnie to a newly opened bar.
“Your boyfriend, Ivor, is something else! Sending out over a million lawyer letters, it’s unprecedented!” Avril exclaimed, feeling pleased with himself.
“I hate people who don’t bother knowing the truth and casually dictate online. They don’t show their faces or identities, thinking the law can’t catch them, so they attack others however they want, revealing their darkest sides without caring about the feelings of those they attack. Your boyfriend’s actions are like a warning to those who hurl insults,
Avril continued.
Bonnie highly praised Ivor’s actions. “He indeed did well and showed great courage.
“Oh la la! Are you praising your man?” Avril teased, winking.
Bonnie smirked, saying nothing.
At that moment, a man with a vest and tattoos on his arms approached, leering at Bonnie.
