The bodyguard nodded and stayed still.
We could remain in the vehicle, but the crowd started forcing us to leave the vehicle.
They started hitting the door violently.
The commotion outside soon descended into harsh accusations.
My head was buzzing from all the noise. I started fidgeting restlessly.
I held my hands together tightly, leaving red marks on the back of my hand.
The bodyguard was shocked to see my reaction.
He called Joseph once again. The latter was driving and merely repeated, “No matter what, stay in the car!”
The bodyguard told him, “Mrs. Fuller’s hand is injured. She looks unnaturally pale.”
“Hang in there! I’ll be there soon.” Joseph responded.
By then, I was having difficulty breathing after hearing the crude comments the crowd flung at me.
Someone was yelling, “Scarlett, why are you hiding inside? You’re a loose woman who suffocated your own child to his death. You’ve committed so many crimes. Why are you afraid now?”
There was no limit to men’s evilness.
We have heard so much about hell in folklore. On how we will be punished for our evil deeds after we died. Who knows if that place actually exists as no one has ever been there.
Now, their evil and despicable comments could send me to hell easily.
As I was trembling profusely, one of the bodyguards offered, “Let me go down and ask them to leave.”
He left right after saying that.
Alas, the crowd was waiting for this very opportunity.
The moment he opened the door, they wouldn’t let him shut the door.
The cameras flashed in my direction relentlessly as though they wanted to take note of each and every pore on my face to inform the netizens hungry for gossip.
“Mrs. Fuller, we might have to leave the car now,” said my bodyguard. He could no longer keep his cool.
Two bodyguards flanked me, but the pack of wolves refused to let me leave easily.
As expected, the reporters surrounded me as soon as I got out of my car.
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