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Chapter 60 Imogen Is the Mistress

Imogen slowly walked out of the hospital, aimlessly wandering the streets.

She didn’t know where to go.

Despite the sunny weather, she felt a chill deep within her heart.

She took out her phone, opened Instagram with her alternative account, and searched for the origin of the incident that day.

Although she knew what kind of comments awaited her under those Instagram posts, she still clicked on them, scrolling down and collecting all the insults like masochism.

She also went through the comment sections under relevant news articles on major video websites, finally understanding the cause of the whole incident.

Lastly, she opened the Celebrity Insider and scrolled through it from beginning to end.

After the news of Troy’s affair broke, some fans in Celebrity Insider kept silent, but some persisted in posting.

Even she had to admit that in those videos, pictures, and artworks, Troy and Sarah looked perfectly matched.

One was a wealthy man, and the other was a beautiful celebrity. They seemed to be a perfect match.

In the story of the two of them, there was no place for Imogen. She was merely a superfluous character who, due to a twist of fate, appeared where she shouldn’t have.

Imogen closed her eyes and edited an Instagram post with her alternative account: [Imogen is not the mistress. Sarah is the mistress.]

After she posted it on Instagram, it disappeared from her homepage within seconds.

Imogen confirmed it was blocked.

It must be Troy protecting Sarah, not allowing any rumors harmful to Sarah to spread.

Imogen smirked and edited another Instagram post: [Imogen is the mistress.]

This Instagram post was successfully published.

Imogen repeatedly checked her homepage, confirming that the Instagram post had indeed been published and hadn’t disappeared.

There were even people who saw this Instagram post and gave her likes, commenting: [That’s right, the mistress deserves to die. I curse Imogen will never have children.]

Imogen held her breath and turned off her phone.

At that moment, a group of people suddenly surrounded her.

Confused, Imogen looked up and was forced to stop in her tracks.

Among the crowd were men and women dressed like paparazzi, holding microphones in front of Imogen’s face and cameras taking photos of Imogen.

“Are

Troy

between Troy and Sarah? What do you think about the news

happened between you and

about your aggressive and overbearing behavior

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changing makeup without authorization, what is

microphones in front of her were full of oppression, and

her composure, Imogen

people immediately closed in and continuously asked

flashing lights made Imogen

They had been squatting outside the hospital, originally expecting

not capture Sarah but instead ended up encountering

she replied patiently, “Sorry, but I

leave. They surrounded her one by one, holding out their microphones, clearly indicating that they wouldn’t

response.

that you

is your silence an admission of

also at the hospital. Why do you appear here at the

and Sarah already living

give you a response. Please let me

silence mean those reports

think of

one after another, causing Imogen to suffer

She attempted to leave several times but was unable

limit. “I’ll say it again, let me leave. Otherwise, I’ll

Reluctantly, the reporters left.

was always

the reporters left, the passersby in the vicinity stopped and pointed at Imogen,

confused, Imogen walked further and reached a bus stop. Just as she arrived, a bus pulled up, and without checking the route, she boarded

got off at the stop of Mount West Hospital, leaving the bus empty. Imogen walked to the back, found a seat by the window, and sat down. She stared blankly outside, lost in

the state, New York City was the fastest in development in recent

area near the hospital was the busiest, with restaurants

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some were holding report bags from

more stops, pedestrians became scarce on the roadside, and the greenery along the streets became eye–catching, surrounded by tall buildings on

had entered the

the passengers on the bus got off one after another. Only Imogen and another middle–aged

the handrail. The

silent, with only the sound of the

rang, and the middle–aged woman turned to

was her phone. She took it out from her bag and glanced at the screen, which displayed Troy’s

over the screen, before sliding it to the left to

phone rang again, another call from

pressed and held the power button to turn off her

process was smooth and

sight,

of the city, and the middle–aged woman got off the bus at the

stopped at its terminal, and the driver unfastened his seatbelt and stepped out of the driver’s seat. He called out to Imogen at the back, “Miss, this is the last stop. Please get