Raise Your Bastard? Nah, Reborn to Return Your Future Jailbird! - Chapter 101: Chapter 101
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I stared, stunned.
I couldn't fathom what would drive her to say such things.
But then it hit me—in our past life, she framed my death as a suicide.
Now, fearing blame from the grieving parents, pinning the fault on me was exactly her style.
At least I'd already given an official statement to the police. The media probably wouldn't buy her story anyway.
My heart had barely settled when chaos erupted outside.
"Jessica! Get out here!"
"Jessica! You murderer!"
Hearing my name, I rushed out—to a crowd of parents led by Vivian's mother at my doorstep, with reporters looming behind them.
One glance at this media circus, and I knew:
The news reports had just gone live.
I ran, but too late.
One people grabbed my hair, scraping my arm raw on the pavement as he threw me down. A father lunged forward, grabbing my hair with such force it felt like he'd rip my scalp off.
"Don't run!"
I slapped at his hand, screaming: "That hurts! Let go!"
He slammed me hard onto the ground.
My entire arm scraped across the pavement, shearing off skin from half my forearm.
Blood instantly welled up.
"Jessica, you monster! You killed our daughters!"
Parents encircled me, jabbing fingers in my face as they hurled accusations.
Their eyes burned with murderous rage.
I scrambled backward. "What are you talking about? I never hurt your daughters!"
"It WAS you!"
Just then, I spotted Vivian and the four other survivors lurking behind the crowd.
They stepped forward, twisting the truth: "Everything is Jessica's fault! She tricked us into going to the UAE! She took payoffs from those criminals!"
My mind went blank. "That's a lie!"
"She's not lying!" The other girls joined the attack. "We can prove it! Jessica organized the trip! She caused those deaths! Her family's wealth comes from blood money!"
The parents' fury exploded:
"No wonder you're the only one who came back! This was YOUR doing all along!"
"I knew something was off! Why else would Jessica spoil those girls for no reason? Pure evil!"
"You destroyed our families! Bankrupted us! Jessica, JUST DIE ALREADY!"
They closed in, fists pounding my body like hammers.
I howled in agony, "No! I didn't do this! They're making it up! It wasn't me!"
"Five people wouldn't all accuse you for no reason!"
"GIVE ME BACK MY CHILD!"
Familiar pain seared through me as blows landed.
Through blurred vision, I saw my past life replaying, trapped in that same circle of hatred.
Was history about to kill me twice?
Just as despair choked me, a roar cut through the chaos.
"GET YOUR HANDS OFF MY DAUGHTER!"
Through the forest of limbs, I saw Dad charging like a madman.
But the enraged mob wasn't done.
They turned on him like wolves.
"Like daughter, like father! You're trash too!"
"Raised a devil? Then you're the devil's master!"
Still, Dad broke through, throwing himself over me,
taking the punches and curses meant for me.
I sobbed into his shoulder, "I'm innocent! Stop hurting him! VIVIAN led them there!"
Not a single person listened.
Online, comments exploded:
[How can anyone be this evil? Selling classmates to scammers!]
[No wonder they live in a mansion, dirty money!]
As hate flooded the internet,
Mom burst through with police.
Officers pulled the attackers off us.
One cop warned, "Violence is illegal. You could go to jail."
Parents spat back:
"Where were you when our kids got taken? Taking bribes from these rich devils?"
"Our children are DEAD! Why does SHE get to live?"
"BECAUSE OF THIS!" Mom's voice shook with rage as she raised her phone. "My daughter NEVER deceived them! VIVIAN LIED TO THE ENTIRE CLASS! I HAVE PROOF!"
I couldn't fathom what would drive her to say such things.
But then it hit me—in our past life, she framed my death as a suicide.
Now, fearing blame from the grieving parents, pinning the fault on me was exactly her style.
At least I'd already given an official statement to the police. The media probably wouldn't buy her story anyway.
My heart had barely settled when chaos erupted outside.
"Jessica! Get out here!"
"Jessica! You murderer!"
Hearing my name, I rushed out—to a crowd of parents led by Vivian's mother at my doorstep, with reporters looming behind them.
One glance at this media circus, and I knew:
The news reports had just gone live.
I ran, but too late.
One people grabbed my hair, scraping my arm raw on the pavement as he threw me down. A father lunged forward, grabbing my hair with such force it felt like he'd rip my scalp off.
"Don't run!"
I slapped at his hand, screaming: "That hurts! Let go!"
He slammed me hard onto the ground.
My entire arm scraped across the pavement, shearing off skin from half my forearm.
Blood instantly welled up.
"Jessica, you monster! You killed our daughters!"
Parents encircled me, jabbing fingers in my face as they hurled accusations.
Their eyes burned with murderous rage.
I scrambled backward. "What are you talking about? I never hurt your daughters!"
"It WAS you!"
Just then, I spotted Vivian and the four other survivors lurking behind the crowd.
They stepped forward, twisting the truth: "Everything is Jessica's fault! She tricked us into going to the UAE! She took payoffs from those criminals!"
My mind went blank. "That's a lie!"
"She's not lying!" The other girls joined the attack. "We can prove it! Jessica organized the trip! She caused those deaths! Her family's wealth comes from blood money!"
The parents' fury exploded:
"No wonder you're the only one who came back! This was YOUR doing all along!"
"I knew something was off! Why else would Jessica spoil those girls for no reason? Pure evil!"
"You destroyed our families! Bankrupted us! Jessica, JUST DIE ALREADY!"
They closed in, fists pounding my body like hammers.
I howled in agony, "No! I didn't do this! They're making it up! It wasn't me!"
"Five people wouldn't all accuse you for no reason!"
"GIVE ME BACK MY CHILD!"
Familiar pain seared through me as blows landed.
Through blurred vision, I saw my past life replaying, trapped in that same circle of hatred.
Was history about to kill me twice?
Just as despair choked me, a roar cut through the chaos.
"GET YOUR HANDS OFF MY DAUGHTER!"
Through the forest of limbs, I saw Dad charging like a madman.
But the enraged mob wasn't done.
They turned on him like wolves.
"Like daughter, like father! You're trash too!"
"Raised a devil? Then you're the devil's master!"
Still, Dad broke through, throwing himself over me,
taking the punches and curses meant for me.
I sobbed into his shoulder, "I'm innocent! Stop hurting him! VIVIAN led them there!"
Not a single person listened.
Online, comments exploded:
[How can anyone be this evil? Selling classmates to scammers!]
[No wonder they live in a mansion, dirty money!]
As hate flooded the internet,
Mom burst through with police.
Officers pulled the attackers off us.
One cop warned, "Violence is illegal. You could go to jail."
Parents spat back:
"Where were you when our kids got taken? Taking bribes from these rich devils?"
"Our children are DEAD! Why does SHE get to live?"
"BECAUSE OF THIS!" Mom's voice shook with rage as she raised her phone. "My daughter NEVER deceived them! VIVIAN LIED TO THE ENTIRE CLASS! I HAVE PROOF!"
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