Chapter 308: Hurting Others Always Boomerangs!
“Mr. Jeremy, I’ve already arranged for some trolls to spread rumors online, claiming that Gianna was trying to slander Ms. Amelia,” the messenger reported.
Jeremy’s lips curled into a satisfied smile. “Excellent work,” he said, clearly pleased with the progress.
To him, these women were nothing more than disposable pawns, tools to be used and discarded. He couldn’t imagine any other value they held. Just the sight of Gianna’s miserable expression was enough to kill his appetite.
Meanwhile, the online chatter was reaching a fever pitch once again.
“The truth has finally surfaced! I knew there was a twist all along!”
“Did you see? That old troublemaker is stirring the pot again—she’s everywhere online!”
“She’s just jealous of Amelia because Amelia is the real daughter of the Nygards. She’s terrified of losing her place!”
“The Nygards must be blind to treat their adopted daughter better than their own blood!”
“Get Gianna out of the entertainment industry already! She’s so irritating!”
Voices piled on relentlessly, each comment aiming to tear Gianna down further.
At the Nygard residence, tension hung thick in the air.
“Gianna, did you really do this?” Emery asked, her voice tinged with disappointment. “I know Amelia can be rebellious, but you shouldn’t stoop so low as to hurt your own sister.”
Emery had already heard the rumors swirling and felt a pang of sadness. Despite favoring her adopted daughter a bit more over the last two years, Amelia was still her biological child. She couldn’t just stand by silently while her own daughter was being dragged through the mud.
After all, this whole mess had been sparked by her adopted daughter’s scheming. How could she not feel heartbroken?
“Mom, it’s not like that at all!” Gianna protested, her voice trembling. “I would never do something like this.”
“I just happened to see Amelia being influenced by Patience and the others, so I recorded a video and told you about it.”
“I didn’t leak those videos to the media on purpose! If I had wanted to, I wouldn’t have waited this long.”
“Someone must have hacked my phone or leaked the videos to create a rift between me and Amelia,” Gianna added, tears welling up as she played the victim—a role she had perfected over time.
Now, she refused to admit any wrongdoing. She knew she was being dragged through the mud, criticized more harshly than ever before.
But the lesson that hurting others always boomerangs back was one she didn’t understand—or care to understand.
She seemed almost numb to the hatred and criticism, as if she had grown accustomed to it. In her mind, being infamous was still a kind of fame. Besides, her biological mother had already told her she wasn’t wanted in the entertainment industry anymore.
Still, she couldn’t let Emery or her brothers suspect that she was behind the chaos. The Nygards had spoiled her for life, always revolving their world around her. They could never discover who she truly was.
“Alright, just keep thinking that way,” Emery nodded, satisfied.
At least this adopted daughter was obedient and sensible. Every hint Emery dropped was caught immediately.
If only her biological daughter could be half as reasonable, maybe she wouldn’t have to value her adopted daughter so highly.
Sometimes Emery felt that Amelia took advantage of being part of the Nygard family, believing she could resist consequences without ever truly being cast aside.
Otherwise, how could she be so carefree, coming and going as she pleased?
It was infuriating!
Meanwhile, Maxwell was equally furious.
“Amelia has gone too far! Just look at how she’s led Patience astray!”
“Did you hear the nonsense she told the media? Saying things like ‘enjoy what’s in front of you while keeping an eye on what’s next, and leaving men with nowhere to turn!’”
“Who even talks like that? Is that something a sane person would say? No—there’s no way a woman could actually say that!”
The storm of anger and frustration was building, but the damage had already been done.

Comments
The readers' comments on the novel: When the Dead Still Call