Outcast Queen: Her Return from Hell novel Chapter 335

Boom—!

The entire plaza exploded in an absolute uproar.

[It's Phoebe! It's actually her!!]

[Oh my god! Phoenix really is innocent! Her own biological parents pushed her out to take the fall for their adopted daughter?!]

[This is sickening! I want to throw up! You're a murderer, Phoebe, and you still have the nerve to play the innocent victim?! Go straight to hell!!]

The fury of the audience erupted like a volcano.

They were furious that they had been played for fools, cheering for a literal demon. But they were even angrier that they had unwittingly become accomplices, directing their absolute worst vitriol at an innocent Phoenix. The volatile mix of guilt and rage was enough to tear the roof off.

"Everyone, exactly as you saw," Phoenix's voice sliced through the chaos, commanding and steady. "The real killer from that night was Phoebe."

"To escape her crimes, her first reaction after hitting someone wasn't to save them or call for an ambulance. It was to call her adoptive parents."

"She lied to her parents and brothers, claiming that I threw a tantrum demanding peanut brittle, forcing her to drive out and buy it, which led to the crash. And the most laughable part is that my biological parents, and my own brothers... they all believed her."

"To protect their carefully groomed 'perfect daughter', they didn't hesitate for a second to sacrifice the flesh-and-blood daughter they had just brought home."

"They threatened me, begged me, and promised me the world. But the second my trial ended and I was thrown behind bars, all those promises evaporated like smoke."

At that point, Phoenix let out a low laugh. It was a bleak, deeply sarcastic sound. "Said I wanted peanut brittle? Said I threw a fit demanding she buy it for me?"

She suddenly looked up, her gaze stabbing straight into the camera, as if piercing through the screen to look at a very specific person. "Did my dear Mom and Dad forget... that their biological daughter has a severe, life-threatening allergy to peanut brittle?"

That single sentence was like a jagged knife plunging directly into Vanessa's heart as she watched the screen.

Vanessa's face drained of all color, her body collapsing weakly into the sofa as if her soul had been sucked out.

"Allergic... right, she's allergic..." Vanessa's lips trembled violently. "How could I have missed such a massive flaw in her story... How could I have blindly believed Phoebe's lies..."

"I was wrong... I was so wrong! Phoenix was framed..."

An ocean of regret crashed over her, nearly drowning her. It was a truth that was four years too late, and the ultimate failure of her role as a mother.

Julian tilted his head back, fighting desperately to hold back the tears burning his eyes. His voice was raw. "Mom, you didn't just miss it. You never cared enough about your own daughter to even know."

He wiped his face roughly and spun around, striding toward the door. "I refuse to keep making the same mistake. I'm going to make this right."

"Julian, where are you going?"

Inside the broadcast, Phoebe was still putting up a desperate final fight.

"Fake! These videos are entirely fabricated!" Phoebe shrieked hysterically. "The original footage was destroyed years ago! How could you possibly find it after all this time?!"

"Oh? So you're admitting the real footage was hidden by you?" Phoenix's lips curled up, her eyes dancing with dark amusement. "Phoebe, you really are too good at confessing on accident."

She stepped forward slowly, suddenly reaching out to grab Phoebe by the collar. Pulling her in close, her voice dropped to an icy whisper. "Did you really think hiding it meant you were safe? Let me tell you a little secret..."

Phoenix leaned closer to her ear and dropped a bombshell. "I am 'Ghost', ranking top ten on the global hacker leaderboard."

Phoebe's pupils constricted into pinpricks. Her legs gave out, and she stumbled, nearly dropping to her knees. She stared at Phoenix as if looking at a monster crawling out of the abyss.

"No wonder... no wonder you had the security footage from the welcome banquet... no wonder you could restore these deleted files!! It was you... the mysterious hacker we could never track down... it was you all along!!"

Phoenix let go of her, brushing her hands off in disgust, and snapped her fingers.

"Phoebe, today's stage was built specifically for you. Since you refuse to give up until you hit the bottom, let's let everyone enjoy another one of your 'brilliant performances'."

The massive screen lit up again.

The second the footage began playing, all color vanished from Phoebe's face. She started screaming like a madwoman. "Turn it off! Turn it off right now!!"