Abandoned by All I Took It All Back novel Chapter 467

The viewers' reactions were exactly what Wendy had expected. Without another word, she said goodbye to her audience and ended the stream.

After logging off, she posted all the evidence, including the recordings, on her social media accounts.

Janina, Melody, and Maggie immediately shared the post.

Meanwhile, angry viewers flooded Mrs. Clifford’s live stream, bombarding her with insults.

[I’m here to curse you out, you toxic witch! You’re not even human, sucking your own daughter dry and now trying to scam the rest of us.]

[OMG, her composure is insane. Thousands of people are flaming her, and she’s still just sitting there playing the pitiful victim. What is she made of, stone?]

[I finally understand Wendy. Being born into a family like this is a tragedy.]

The chat was a waterfall of furious comments.

But Mrs. Clifford could barely read, so she had no idea the crowd had turned on her.

Mr. Clifford kept his head bowed, not looking at the screen.

As for Baron, his rear was sore after sitting for the entire morning. Feeling exhausted, he had already gone to lie down on the bed.

Mrs. Clifford just found it strange as the screen filled with insults.

Just a moment ago, people were sending donations. Why had they stopped? Why was everyone just leaving comments now?

She didn't overthink it, assuming the viewers were sending words of comfort and encouragement.

The stream had been running for a few hours, and her earnings were substantial. Feeling tired and her throat dry, she decided to take a break and resume in the evening.

Evening streams were always more effective, as most people with 9-to-5 jobs were home by then.

The thought of another wave of donations brought a smile to her lips, but she quickly remembered she was on camera. It wouldn't do for the viewers to see her looking happy.

The moment they were offline, she grabbed the phone and hurried to find Baron to check their earnings for the day.

Baron, who had just fallen asleep, was annoyed at being woken up and irritably turned his back to her.

Mrs. Clifford just smiled and brought the phone closer. “Baron, come see how much we made today!”

At the mention of money, Baron swallowed his frustration and took the phone from her hand.

The next second, he shot up from the bed.

“Mom! This is insane! We’ve only been streaming for a few hours, and we’ve made over five hundred thousand dollars! Oh my God, Mom, you’re a genius!”

Hearing the staggering figure, Mrs. Clifford’s eyes went wide with disbelief. She thought she must have misheard, and her voice trembled as she asked, “You said… how much? A hundred thousand?”

Baron let out a huge laugh. “No, Mom, half a million! Five hundred thousand dollars! My God, if I had known that crying and complaining could make money this easily, I would have become a streamer years ago.”