Sorry for Your Loss, It's Me, I'm the Loss novel Chapter 714

The news report included damning photos of Marshall and Nelly checking into a hotel, their faces clearly visible.

Nelly was also identified by netizens as the wife of someone from the Powell family, and even Mignon was dragged into it. They said that thanks to her “godfather” Marshall, she acted like a diva on set and did whatever she wanted.

“My cousin is on Director Ward’s crew, and she said that Mignon acts high and mighty and throws her weight around because she has a powerful backer.”

“That’s hilarious. She’s not even a big name and she’s already acting like a diva? What a joke.”

“This Mrs. Powell is really something, still able to charm men at her age. First time I’ve heard of a mother using her body to get resources for her daughter.”

“The mother sleeps her way to the top for a famous producer, and the daughter runs wild on set. My cousin said that Mignon was bullying another actress on set, a popular rising star, no less.”

“I wonder which poor girl got bullied?”

“Insider news: a reporter spotted Yvonne in the hospital yesterday. She just got discharged.”

“How dare that witch Mignon bully our Yvonne! Her fans won’t stand for it!”

“Mignon, get out of the entertainment industry!”

“Marshall, get out of the entertainment industry!”

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Meanwhile, the Powell family home was in utter chaos.

A housekeeper brought in a package, and inside was another dead rat.

Lately, all the packages the Powell family received contained either dead rats, dead cockroaches, or bloody razor blades, all sent by Yvonne’s fans.

“Agh! Aaaah!” Mignon screamed in fury, throwing the box to the ground. “It must be Yvonne’s fans again! I’m going to sue them!”

“Just clean it up,” Mr. Powell said with a wave of his hand, instructing a maid to dispose of the dead rat on the floor.

“I…?” Nelly looked at her own hand in disbelief. “Mignon, Mom… Mom didn’t mean to.”

“You’re not my mother! I hate you!” Mignon screamed.

“Mignon, don’t talk to your mother like that. I need to have a word with her. Go back to your room for now,” Mr. Powell finally interjected.

“Fine, Dad.” Mignon had always listened to her father. She shot Nelly a venomous glare before storming upstairs.

After Mignon left, Nelly turned to Mr. Powell, her voice accusatory. “Look at the daughter you raised! Is that any way to talk to her mother—Ah!”

Before she could finish, Mr. Powell slapped her.

As a man, his strength was considerable, and Nelly’s cheek immediately swelled up.

She held her face, staring at him in disbelief. “You dare hit me? You useless coward, you actually dare to hit me!”