Her eyes were glued to that line of text. The only people who could have accessed that security footage were the Shaws.
Up until this exact moment, Willow had held onto a tiny, fragile sliver of hope. That was, until she saw the username of the person who posted it: [SweetStarlight].
She let out an abrupt, mocking laugh. She knew that username. In her past life, after Tessa had become a famous pianist, SweetStarlight had spent every single day promoting her, hyping her up, and even securing endorsements. It was Tessa's biggest fan account.
More importantly, SweetStarlight was Julian's burner account.
It was hilariously tragic. He had once used this account to elevate his adopted sister to the stars, paving her way into becoming an acclaimed musician. And now, he was using it to twist the truth and drown Willow in a sea of public hatred.
A smear campaign orchestrated by her own biological brother. How was she supposed to just let that go?
She had honestly started to wonder if the same blood even ran in their veins.
Her eyes stung. Then again, a brother who would drug her didn't love her to begin with.
She was the fool for treating them like actual family.
Lucian watched her intently. Willow's reaction was entirely unexpected. She didn't scream or throw a fit. Her eyes were just a little red, as if she had grown completely accustomed to this kind of betrayal.
Just how much suffering had she endured to remain this apathetic to her own family turning against her?
His heart suddenly softened. "Do you want me to handle this for you?"
Willow's eyes narrowed instantly, a suspicious gaze landing on his face. "Are you sure you have amnesia?"
Lucian didn't even flinch, keeping his expression perfectly innocent. "I can help you make a burner account to curse him out!"


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