The caregiver yelled at the crowd, "The stuff sold at the start was all sourced on the spot by Tyler's secretary. It wasn't her merchandise, and she didn't pay a dime. Tyler footed the entire bill."
"Later, when she announced that anyone who wanted to support the cause could sell their items, her people flooded the event with their own inventory."
"That's the 'mixed inventory' she was talking about!"
"Do you get it now?"
"She planned the whole thing. The people, the merchandise—it was all hers!"
The caregiver shouted at the mob outside, "Didn't any of you realize the prices were a total ripoff?"
Her words sparked a chain reaction. Some people hesitated. The outrageous prices were undeniable.
"And think about it. Who actually brought you all here?" she continued. "Wake up! Forming a mob to smash and saw through doors is a felony!"
"If Vivienne has time to post online, and if she's really such a saint, why didn't she stop you? Why didn't she say a word? Why didn't she protect you?"
Many in the crowd had shown up blinded by rage, incited by online rumors that Vivienne was being held hostage by the caregiver and demanding the truth. Now, her words hit them like a splash of cold water.
No one knew for sure if the caregiver had actually committed the crimes she was accused of, but the mob's vandalism was undeniably real.
It was still unconfirmed whether Vivienne knew she didn't have stomach cancer, but the fact remained—she definitely didn't have it.
On the livestream, the chat was moving at lightning speed. Millions of viewers had tuned in. The streamer had specifically cranked up the volume on the recording and held the phone close to the speaker, ensuring the audio clip was already going viral across every platform.
Watching the stream, Vivienne was completely sick to her stomach with rage. She hammered at her keyboard, flooding the chat with comments.
[She's lying! The audio is doctored! She's trying to ruin Vivienne's reputation!]
[Don't listen to her! She's in on it with the Solmaris organization!]
"You useless idiots!" Vivienne seethed, glaring at her screen. "Attack the caregiver, not each other!"
She grabbed a burner phone and called a hired thug, ordering him to use the chaos to take the caregiver out. At the same time, she kept spamming the chat with burner accounts, screaming at her loyalists to saw through the door.
But the mob was entirely ignoring her. They were too busy throwing punches.
The streamer's phone was knocked to the ground in the scuffle.
Then, the piercing wail of sirens cut through the night. A massive squad of police officers swarmed the scene.
"Nobody move!"
The entire mob was rounded up and hauled away in handcuffs.

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