The Second Life of a Discarded Heiress

Chapter 588

It was still flu season. Aside from hospitals, most businesses had shut down, and people were staying home, doing their best to avoid infection and limit going out.

But after being cooped up for so long, tempers were fraying. People who already struggled with their mood grew more anxious and irritable. That's when the news broke: the Glenwood family was accused of manufacturing fake medicines, running corrupt hospitals, and raking in dirty money through various shady organizations.

Online forums exploded.

"They'll stoop to anything for a buck! Don't they fear karma?"

"So this is Crestwood's so-called 'First Family'? I bet their fortune was built on the backs of the vulnerable."

"No wonder the meds I bought last time didn't work! Turns out they were counterfeit. Damn it! Is there anything the Glenwoods won't do for money?"

"My father took their fake pills and then had surgery at a Glenwood Group hospital. He didn't make it. I always thought it was just his age, but now I know the truth. The Glenwoods are monsters-give me back my father!"

"My wife died after taking those fake drugs and then going in for surgery at one of their hospitals-lost both her and our unborn child."

from those

public company, their products must be safe. I've been buying their stuff for years. Who knew

Group is rotten to the core. From now on, I'm boycotting everything they and their partners

all rot in hell. A bunch of heartless tycoons, getting rich off the blood of ordinary people. Companies like this deserve to go

...

a line. Nationwide outrage

flew

country, many arriving in Crestwood overnight. Instead of resting, they went straight to the Glenwood Mansion to vent their anger some hurled acid or splashed paint, others screamed insults through bullhorns. When that wasn't enough, they even set up funeral wreaths at the mansion gates, complete with somber music fit

detail was spared-about the only thing missing was a funeral banquet. Since the Glenwoods wouldn't provide one, the protestors took matters into

gathered outside the Glenwood estate. There's strength in numbers. they ordered tables and catering online and

corner of the country to confront the Glenwoods. Over shared food and

days, this became the norm. Each morning, the crowd would return,

Scales muttered, covering his ears, while Talbot paced

time the backlash was spreading too fast. There was