Chapter 2528
“Just let it go, man. Keep the peace,” one fan said, cautioning against ruffling Clara’s feathers any further.
But the fan didn’t buy it. It wasn’t her stirring the pot. This lunatic Clara had it out for Ivy from day one. It was clear from every
passive-aggressive post that Clara had nothing but pure loathing for her sister lvy since the day she was born.
How could anyone think that Clara would stop her venomous tirades just because a few fans piped down? They were just too
naive.
After all lvy had been through, you’d think her followers would have toughened up by now. But maybe it was Ivy’s kind-hearted
nature that drew in these innocent souls. Even when it came to Clara, they approached her with kindness, never once going on
the offensive.
To Clara, Ivy's fans were nothing more than a bunch of sycophants, mimicking their idol’s holier-than-thou attitude, always
playing the victim.
Ivy was at a loss as to how she’d become the target yet again. She was too busy digging for evidence to pay any mind to the
online chatter.
At 1A.M., they were still wide-eyed and wired, combing through the surveillance footage of that fateful moment.
“Damn it!” He slammed his hand on the desk, “Why the hell is there no camera in that one corner?”
He never thought he’d rue the lack of cameras in his mansion. In the past, he felt the security team had overdone it with the
surveillance — being watched every second wasn’t exactly comfortable.
But now, he cursed his past self for not installing just one more camera by the elevator. If only there was a camera there, they
might have seen how Alyssa had taken that terrible fall down the stairs.
All they had was footage of Alyssa tumbling down, starting midway through her descent. It was impossible to tell what had
happened before that.
Balfour replayed the clip over and over until lvy snatched the mouse and hit pause. “Stop it, please. This isn’t helping. Grandma
wouldn't want to see you like this.”
The only message they’d received from Dean was at midnight, saying she was still in critical condition. Since then, neither of
them had dared to ask for updates. If Alyssa had pulled through, they’d have heard by now. But the silence was excruciating, and
both Balfour and Ivy felt like they were being roasted alive by the uncertainty.
“It's nothing compared to what Grandma's going through. That fall must have been agonizing. At her age, she wasn’t built to
handle that kind of trauma.”novelbin
Balfour’s words echoed Ivy's deepest fears.
Normally, folks that age were wary of even a simple trip, let alone a fall down an entire flight of stairs.
Meanwhile, Mara, who was pretending to scrutinize the surveillance footage, was smug. She hoped Alyssa would just kick the
bucket so she wouldn't be a threat anymore.
“Balfour, oh Balfour, you'll grieve, sure, but our future will be bright,” she thought to herself. “Don’t worry. The pain will fade, and
we'll be happy.”
She bitterly wished death upon Alyssa.