Shadows Of A Forgotten Spring

Chapter 175

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Emma’s chest began to tighten. “What video? Send it to me right now,” she demanded. But before he could utter another word, she hung up, her trembling hands already working at uncovering the source of this new disaster.

Her phone flickered on as the link to the trending topic clicked open. There, right on her screen, was a video that hit her like a tidal wave.

Annie, dressed in a blood–soaked white gown, lay weakly on the floor with barely opened eyes, her voice faint and broken as she whispered, “… I’m sorry… Emma…”

Emma’s blood boiled as she replayed the video, her rage building with every passing second.

The video was horrific, indeed. Its views were growing abnormally by the second. It has already hit millions of views already.

Protests started all over the two countries, demanding justice for Annie and condemnation of Emma and her family.

Emma bit her teeth as her hands quivered around her phone. This wasn’t just an attack on her character; it was a direct threat to everything she had worked for.

Her business, her reputation, her family’s prestige–everything was now hanging by a thread.

. She started pacing the room as her mind raced, trying to piece together a response.

Annie has overstepped her boundary this time around.

Her gaze fell on Alexander, who was busy with his phone with a dark expression.

It was obvious she had been informed too.

His jaw was clenched, his shoulders tight, and his eyes ablaze with anger and frustration.

“Have you seen it?” Emma’s voice cut into the air.

his

places with anger, the walls

trembling with rage and the hope that Alexander at least would

Alexander said nothing.

fear returning

back, and with her trembling hands, she quickly dressed

not is irrelevant now; she has much to protect, and

past Alexander, who was still standing in the middle of the room without uttering a single word, but just as she reached the door, his hand shot out, wrapping around

softly, his

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with emotion. “My mother is at home. The protesters are marching to my house right this minute. She has no idea what is going on. I’m not just going to leave her. And

softened, but his hold on her wrist didn’t. “Emma,” he whispered, with

didn’t

him, her emotions too raw to ask.

toward the door, ready to leave, but Alexander grabbed her

in a tone that

you really don’t

before she could

replied shortly, and before she could say another word, he was already out of the

had time to process his words when Vivian stormed in, her face a storm

said, her voice

across her phone’s keyboard as she worked furiously. “Yes, I have seen it. I am reaching out to

at her a while. “After working really hard for your company to reopen, Annie is trying her best to destroy everything it was. She wants to close it for good this

for a moment, her shoulders slumping under the weight of it all. She had

was until now.