Reborn to Marry My Best Friend's Uncle novel Chapter 88

Early next morning, a piece of news exploded across the internet like a bolt from the blue.

Once again, the previously sensationalized, tragic, rich-couple love story between the socialite Cecilia and Sean dominated every major headline.

The title was shocking. It read, "Popular Actress Cecilia Suffers a Phase II Leukemia Relapse. Her Matched Bone Marrow Donor Backs Out at the Last Minute, Leaving Her Fighting for Her Life!"

The article went into great detail about the severity of Cecilia's condition and how she had rejoiced upon finally finding a matching donor. The narrative then twisted sharply into condemnation, accusing the last-minute defector of being heartless and cold-blooded.

Almost simultaneously, Cecilia updated her personal Instagram. The post contained a picture of her lying in a hospital bed, pale and frail. It was also accompanied by a sorrowful message.

"Annie, I'm begging you. Please save me. I know I wronged you, and I shouldn't have fallen in love with Sean. I'm willing to back off. I don't want anything anymore. Please, just save my life. Have you forgotten? We used to be so close, so please stop torturing me… I can't hold on much longer…"

The moment this post went up, Annie was suddenly thrown onto the public chopping block. Countless misinformed netizens flooded her Instagram comment section, launching a massive wave of moral condemnation.

"Heavens, how can a woman be this vicious? She's on her deathbed! She even said she'll back off, so what's so hard about donating a little bone marrow?"

"Exactly! It's not like they're asking for your life. Refusing to save someone is so selfish!"

"Saving a life is more important than anything else! Do you even have a conscience?"

"Annie, come and donate your bone marrow!"

The public outrage snowballed at terrifying speed. Soon, a hashtag shot straight to the top of the trending searches.

#AnnieComeAndDonateYourBoneMarrow

Everyone stood proudly on the moral high ground, self-righteously demanding that she save her love rival's life. They were talking as if it were her duty.

Christian's fingers slid across his phone screen. As he read the vile insults flooding the comments, the corner of his lips lifted in a razor-sharp smile.

Cecilia was even more calculating than he had imagined. She was using public opinion as a knife and morality as a shackle to force Annie into submission. It was truly a vicious move.

Fortunately, Annie had been cooped up at home the past few days. She was rushing to complete her design draft for work.

She hadn't gone outside and was completely unaware of the chaos erupting beyond her walls.

Christian held back the frost in his eyes. He grabbed a cup of warm milk and opened the study room door.

Inside, Annie was hunched over the drawing board, meticulously adjusting the details on her design. She was so focused that she didn't even notice him enter.

The call connected instantly.

"Mr. Parker," Michael said.

"Are the Frosts currently eyeing that plot of land in the southern district?" Christian asked.

Hearing that, Michael froze for a brief second, then quickly replied, "Yes, Mr. Parker. Frost Group had been negotiating with them recently. It seems like they're determined to get it."

Christian stared at his reflection in the elevator doors, his expression icy. "Find a way. I want it," he ordered.

If they dared target the woman he cared about, then they should be prepared to be uprooted.

Michael, as sharp as ever, immediately grasped the situation. It was about Annie again.

"Understood, Mr. Parker."

That very night, the quiet hospital hallway was pierced by the sharp click of high heels. The ward door was forcefully pushed open.

Helena stormed in, wrapped in a chill from outside. Her face twisted with anger, and her eyes locked onto Cecilia lying on the hospital bed.