The Farming Saint in the Starry Wasteland (Elizabeth Schofield) novel Chapter 139

Chapter 139 Ignorant Fools

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Hannah saw someone bring up the big question, and her lips curled into a sneer, though her face stayed perfectly innocent, still playing the part of the considerate, wronged little sister.

She texted, “Sigh… Commander Hewitt and Mrs. Zaylee… they… didn’t show up. My parents waited all day and put out so much for them… and now… She tacked on a row of dots, leaving everyone to fill in the blanks.

The group chat practically exploded. It was like someone dropped a firecracker in a henhouse.

“What? They didn’t come?! No way!”

“They skipped out on the engagement day? That’s a total slap in the face!”

“Oh wow, the Schofields just lost all their credibility!”

“Why didn’t they show? What are the Hewitts trying to say?”

Speculation came in fast and wild, but the main theory–the one Hannah wanted most–soon took over.

“Isn’t it obvious? The Hewitts just don’t want this new daughter–in–law!”

“Absolutely! With Elizabeth’s reputation… The Hewitts probably only agreed because of some genetic match. Deep down, they must be disgusted!”

“I think so too. Otherwise, why would they skip even the most basic formalities? Feels like they’re not happy with the Schofields either!”

Watching the chat light up with this kind of talk filled Hannah with pure glee.

She chimed in again, acting like she was defending Elizabeth but actually making things worse.

“Guys, don’t be so harsh on Elizabeth… Maybe she just doesn’t fit what the Hewitts wanted… I mean, their family is way out of our league…”

Her message looked sympathetic, but it hammered home the rumor that “Elizabeth isn’t accepted by the Hewitts.”

With her careful steering and the group’s “logical” guesses, the theory that “Elizabeth, the new Mrs. Hewitt, isn’t welcome at all, and Commander Hewitt and his wife snubbed the engagement ceremony on purpose” took off like wildfire. It spread far beyond that little college chat.

Soon enough, the rumor hit the net.

Bloggers and gossip accounts started sharing and commenting, each headline getting juicier than the last.

“Breaking News! The Hewitts openly snub their new daughter–in–law by skipping the engagement cremony!”

“Dreams Shattered? A Deep Dive into Elizabeth’s Fall from Exile to Mrs. Hewitt, Now Facing Rejection!“,

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Chapter 139 Ignorant Fools

“Not Even Genetic Matching Can Save This Reputation? Cristian’s Marriage Crisis Begins!”

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Across Starnet, folks who already hated the idea of Elizabeth marrying Cristian, especially his die–hard supporters and those jealous of her luck, celebrated like it was a festival.

“Knew it! No way General Hewitt would ever want a woman like her!”

“Drugging, exile, a ruined name–how could someone like that even step foot in the Hewitts‘ house? She deserves to be shunned!”

“Counting down to the divorce! Let General Hewitt go!”

“Serves Elizabeth right! She thought she could climb high, but now she can’t even get through the front door. What a joke!”

“Nice work, Hewitts! That kind of schemer deserves to be left out!”

For a while, the web overflowed with jeers, schadenfreude, and nasty speculation about Elizabeth.

The story that “Elizabeth, the new Mrs. Hewitt, isn’t welcome at all” became a locked–in fact. People loved watching someone who looked like a winner fall back into the mud.

While keyboard warriors and gossips reveled in tearing her down, the center of all this drama–Elizabeth -had no idea and couldn’t have cared less.

Right then, she was with Fiona, Peter, Tasha, and Selina, down in a reeking trash collection bay beneath a fancy shopping mall on Centria Planet.

The air was thick with the stench of rotting food and harsh chemical cleaners, a far cry from the polished, perfumed world upstairs.

Giant metal dumpsters lined the walls, stuffed full with all kinds of trash from a day’s worth of mall business. Even luxury natural foods wound up as scraps in the pile.

There were still two hours before the shuttle back to Garbage Planet took off, and Elizabeth didn’t want to waste a second.

“Thanks, everyone!” Elizabeth rolled up her sleeves and dug into a bin labeled “Compost,” not bothered in the slightest. “Grab the fruit pits, the sturdy roots, any leaves that aren’t totally mush… If it looks like a plant and isn’t completely dead, toss it in the bag!”

Fiona adapted fast.

She tossed a wilted but mostly intact little carrot into the insulated bag and summed it up, “So, if it looks like it might survive, we keep it, right?”

“Exactly!” Elizabeth grinned and nodded, not slowing down as she fished some mold–speckled grapes out of a plastic clamshell.

The sour stink of the garbage heap made her sigh, especially when she remembered her account had

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