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.

looked up, his face grim.

liver were switching places with

framing me,” Emma said, her voice trembling with rage and the hope that Alexander

Alexander said nothing.

swallowed hard, her fear

with her trembling hands, she

much to protect, and she couldn’t afford to

was still standing in the middle of the room without uttering a single word, but just as she reached the door, his hand

softly, his voice laced with

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here and do nothing,” she said, her voice shaking 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 besides that my company, my name, and YOUR name–it’s all being dragged through the mud. I have to do something.

her wrist didn’t. “Emma,” he whispered,

didn’t

lips quivered as she looked at him, her emotions too raw to ask. “Thank you

turned around toward the door, ready to leave, but Alexander grabbed her wrist

from here,” he insisted in a tone that

don’t

she could

have to,” he replied shortly, and before she could say another

barely had time to process his words when Vivian stormed in,

seen this?” she said, her voice shaking

fingers flying across her phone’s keyboard as she worked furiously. “Yes, I have seen it. I am reaching out to people and trying to work out what

trying her best to destroy everything

under the weight of it all. She

Annie was until