“But I’m telling you, even if it’s a divorce, I’ll be the one drafting the agreement. I’ll ruin your reputation and drive you out of this house!”
“I want my dad to see clearly that the son-in-law he adored is nothing more than a vile man who exploited his father’s death to squeeze money through lawsuits!”
Through the falling confetti, I saw Susan’s fierce and resolute eyes.
And the faint, smug smile curling on Michael’s lips.
In the end, I said nothing.
I turned and left the law firm.
After returning home, I quietly began packing my luggage.
Just as I dragged my suitcase downstairs in the apartment complex,
a large group of people suddenly rushed toward me. Each of them, holding a camera or phone, frantically filmed me:
“Look, that’s him! He pushed his elderly father into fraud!”
“After his father was killed in a scam, he used his father’s death to extort money. When that failed, he sued for more! He drove a young man, a recent graduate, into depression and nearly to suicide several times!”
“Luckily, his wife is a righteous lawyer who fights for justice, defending the innocent. Otherwise, who knows what would have happened to that young man!”
“Now he blames his wife for not siding with him and is threatening her with divorce. He’s already packed up and is leaving!”
The sharp accusations echoed endlessly.
Through the crowd, I caught sight of Michael and Susan’s gloating faces in the background.
So this live broadcast was Susan’s way of destroying my reputation? The backlash was indeed huge. The live streamers hurled accusations, and the major streaming rooms were filled with constant abuse:
“Damn, this guy’s scum. He even used his own father’s life for money?”
“What parent could live long with a son like that?”
“Like father, like son. His father’s death was fate!”
“Yeah, why didn’t the car hit anyone else, only his dad? That proves his dad was worthless too!”
Public opinion spread quickly, and within moments, my photo was trending online.
Labels like “beast’s son,” “villain,” and “scammer” became synonymous with me.
With the streamers adding fuel to the fire,
the crowd at the scene began throwing eggs and rotten vegetable leaves at me.
I stepped on the filth, pushed through the mob, and approached Susan:
“Susan, are you really going to take things this far?”
Susan frowned slightly. Before she could speak, Michael piped up again, tears streaming down his face.