Bound by the Past, Locked by the Heart novel Chapter 161

Willa's hand trembled violently.

She scrolled down the screen. The comment section was in complete chaos.

[Real or fake?]

[I remember that case too. It was a huge deal back then, but somehow it got swept under the rug.]

[Don't talk nonsense. She makes content about traditional craftsmanship, what does it have to do with that case?]

The person replied: [Ask the creator if her dad's name is Arthur Vance.]

[The daughter of a murderer? How can anyone watch her videos?]

[Are you guys out of your minds? Her dad is her dad, she is her. Guilt by association?]

[Heh, who knows if she's using these videos to whitewash her family name?]

Willa's fingers began to shake uncontrollably.

She never expected her background to be dug up by the public.

Her phone lit up again, and a private message popped up.

[You're Arthur Vance's daughter, right? Three families were ruined back then. Your dad got what he deserved, but you guys are living the good life out there? Why should you?]

She didn't reply, and another message came in.

[Don't play dead, come out and talk! When are you going to pay off your family's debts?]

Willa frantically blocked the two accounts, but the messages kept pouring in, filled with vicious curses and threats.

Some told her to get off the platform, and some even threatened to make her father's life a living hell in prison.

The last message sent a chill down her spine.

She immediately dialed Sean's number, her voice trembling uncontrollably. "Sean..."

"Willa?" Sean obviously heard something wrong in her tone. "What's wrong? Did something happen?"

Randal Yates.

She had thought his words were just sweet nothings meant to coax her, but she didn't expect him to actually be looking out for her father.

This also meant that for her sake, he had thoroughly offended the people from back then.

When Randal returned that evening, she was in the kitchen cooking.

He leaned against the kitchen doorway, quietly watching her without a word.

Sensing his gaze, Willa turned around and smiled. "You're back? Dinner is almost ready, go wash your hands."

He walked in, wrapped his arms around her from behind, and rested his chin on her shoulder. His voice carried a hint of grievance. "Willa, you're finally willing to talk to me on your own."

She paused, realizing that she had indeed been somewhat cold to him these past few days.

She hadn't intentionally used this tactic to fight for anything; she had simply lost the desire to chat with him.