The Triplets My Ex Never Knew About novel Chapter 150

Chapter 150: Chapter 150: You Should Attend Your ’Deceased Wife’s’ Death Anniversary, Right?

Besides, Chapman was hardly innocent.

People were spouting nonsense online, leaking a mix of truths and lies, but all of it was detrimental to Estelle Lockwood.

And when the IP addresses were traced, they led straight to Imperial Crest.

Nathaniel Sloan then investigated Imperial Crest’s internal network and pinpointed Chapman as the source.

Just then, Estelle Lockwood’s phone buzzed twice. It was a news notification.

Estelle Lockwood raised an eyebrow. When she saw the words "Lockwood Group," her expression instantly darkened.

Without a second thought as to whether Nathaniel Sloan was watching, she brazenly tapped on the video.

It was an interview with Noelle Lockwood and her parents.

Reporter: "The fire in the hospital’s maternity ward five years ago has caused a massive uproar online. Many rumors claim the arsonist was the eldest daughter of President and Mrs. Lockwood. Is there any truth to these claims?"

Austin Lockwood sighed, his face a mask of sorrow and guilt. "It’s true."

Reporter: "Could you tell us what happened? Many people are condemning the arsonist. Do you have anything you’d like to say, President Lockwood?"

Austin Lockwood said, his voice laced with pain, "My daughter was not in a good state of mind at the time. It was our failure as parents... we didn’t watch over her properly, which allowed her to... We lost our two newborn grandchildren because of it."

"Though Estelle has passed away, we will never try to excuse what she did. We will provide compensation where it’s due and offer apologies where they are needed."

Rose Lowell added with false sincerity, "Yes... they say you shouldn’t speak ill of the dead, but what Estelle did was terribly wrong. We want to apologize to everyone."

Reporter: "So, to be clear, you both are confirming that your daughter started that fire?"

Rose Lowell said through her tears, "Yes. It was Estelle who started the fire."

"Our family, the Lockwoods, already paid for the hospital’s damages and compensated the victims," Noelle Lockwood said, her eyes welling with tears. "Besides... my sister is dead. I hope people can show a little decency."

"In two days, it will be the anniversary of my sister’s death. Because of the guilt we feel toward the victims, this will be the first time in five years that we are holding a memorial for her. We hope... we hope people can find it in their hearts to forgive..."

The comments were mixed.

But they mostly revolved around a few key sentiments.

[The Lockwood family has it so rough. They were totally dragged into this mess.]

[Who knew Estelle Lockwood was a psycho? It’s a good thing she’s dead. If she were still alive, who knows how many more people she’d have killed.]

[Sigh, she died five years ago, so I won’t say much. But if she were still alive, I’d definitely give her a good kicking!]

[I was originally going to ask if there were other factors involved in the fire, since Estelle Lockwood and her two children all died in it.]

[But now her own parents and sister have come forward to say she’s the one who set the fire. That pretty much seals the deal, doesn’t it?]

[After all, what kind of parents would frame their own daughter?]

[So now the truth is out. Noelle gets dragged through the mud and has to quit showbiz, President and Mrs. Lockwood are running around apologizing to victims, and Estelle Lockwood just gets to walk away from it all by dying?]

[All I can say is, thank God she’s dead. Otherwise, she’d have to spend the rest of her life atoning for what she did!]

"’What kind of parents would frame their own daughter...’" Estelle Lockwood murmured, repeating the comment.

Resting her chin on her hand, Estelle Lockwood gave a faint, unreadable smile. "Mr. Sloan, it seems quite a lot of people would rather I stayed dead."

She tutted. "I seem to be pretty good at making people hate me," she concluded.

Nathaniel Sloan’s heart seized, as if caught in a giant fist. An unbearable, aching pain washed over him.

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