The One He Dismissed Became The One He Died For novel Chapter 86

She lunged forward, but it was too late. There were already over a hundred thousand people in the stream.

[I can't see the guy's face, but just looking at that hand, you know he's gorgeous.]

[I'm passing out from the sexual tension! Hot people getting together is so pleasing to the eyes.]

[Who's the buzzkill calling right now? I want to see them hook up, I want to see them hook up!]

...

The last two minutes had been broadcast live.

Over a hundred thousand people had watched?

Claire's sheer awkwardness and humiliation erupted like a volcano. She scrambled frantically to shut down the stream.

Not feeling secure enough, she yanked the power cord straight out of the wall just to be safe.

She wanted to throw the laptop out the window.

She seriously wanted to run away.

"Claire." Miles called out to her. "Are you just abandoning your laptop, phone, and tablet? Or are you never streaming again?"

His tone was laced with deliberate amusement.

Claire darted over in a few steps, scooped her things into her arms, and looked utterly devoid of the will to live.

"Don't panic. I'll have someone scrub the video from the internet."

"Th... thanks!" Claire spun around and fled back to the guest bedroom, burying herself under the covers.

Miles picked up his phone and looked at the private message Luna Atelier had sent him.

He tapped the screen and replied.

[Zmyyy: Yes, I want to hook up. Why did you run?]

An accidental broadcasting disaster actually caused Luna Atelier to gain another million followers. Many people discovered artisanal silk embroidery through the scandal and began placing orders.

Claire could only comfort herself by reasoning that any publicity was good publicity.

She buried herself in work, drafting over a dozen finished product designs for the Iridescent Prism Silk, and had Silas Reed take them back to start production.

A sudden phone ring shattered the silence.

"Is this Susan Jenner's family? The patient is currently on the hospital rooftop. She's extremely agitated and threatening to jump! You need to get here immediately!"

"Susan," he said, his voice low but carrying a steady, grounding strength.

"Listen to me. We've found a successful kidney match. You can't do something stupid now. Don't you want to see Claire get married and have children?"

That last sentence struck a nerve with Susan.

A glimmer of light flashed through her clouded eyes. "Really? You're not lying to me..."

"I don't lie. Come over here and look for yourself if you don't believe me," Miles said with unwavering certainty.

Susan finally wavered. Trembling, she grabbed the railing, trying to climb back over.

But she had been standing on the edge for too long. Her legs were numb, and combined with the massive emotional rollercoaster, her knees buckled, and she tumbled backward.

"Mom!" Claire's scream lodged in her throat.

In a split second, Miles lunged forward.

He thrust half his body over the railing, his left hand locking in a death grip around Susan's wrist, while his right hand seized the metal bar for leverage.

"Crack—"

The sickening sound of a bone dislocating echoed through the air.