Raise Your Bastard? Nah, Reborn to Return Your Future Jailbird! - Chapter 102: Chapter 102
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Mom's shout silenced the crowd.
She played recordings from my tracker button, airport and plane audio crisp.
Vivian's voice rang out clear, calling him "hubby" repeatedly,
making her own mother's face turn ashen.
Other girls' voices followed, confirming the UAE trip was for Vivian's "wedding."
After the audio, Mom showed another video.
It captured the airport corner where they cornered me, which sound perfectly intact.
Everyone heard them plot:
Why to ditch me.
Why to lock me in the restroom.
Finally, tears welling, Mom held up a photo.
Taken the moment they found me:
Me covered in blood,
mouth gagged with rancid stockings,
a picture of utter devastation.
"This proves my daughter's innocence!"
Mom cried. "She even tried to stop them by calling police! YOUR daughters did this! They beat her, abandoned her in a foreign bathroom! If we hadn't sensed trouble, she'd be DEAD! We haven't sued them yet, and YOU dare blame US?"
Dead silence fell.
Parents who'd demanded my blood now paled,
finally grasping the truth.
Livestream comments detonated:
[Holy hell! Those girls are MONSTERS! Locking someone up like that?!]
[A foreign bathroom?! And they blamed the VICTIM?]
[Vivian's pure poison! My school had a liar like her!]
Dad stepped forward, voice icy.
"You assaulted my child without evidence. You claim the rich play dirty? Fine. I'll hire the fiercest lawyers. We'll sue. No settlements. The LAW exists for a reason."
Parents now wheeled on Vivian,
venom shifting targets.
"Explain! You said JESSICA did this!"
"YOU killed our girls!"
Vivian shrieked, "Fake! AI-generated!"
The four girls chanted, "We never hurt her!"
I smiled coldly.
"We'll run forensic analysis. If it's real, you'll face defamation charges too. Millions watched this livestream. Prison awaits."
The four survivors panicked instantly.
"Jessica, please! Vivian made us lie!" one begged. "She said our families sold everything. We needed a scapegoat!"
"Don't sue! We still want college!" another wept.
Vivian snarled, "Backstabbing bitches! We planned this together!"
Then she glared at me, spitting venom:
"Don't act innocent! Those girls died because YOU didn't stop us! You played ‘big sister' while letting us walk to slaughter! If I go down, YOU'RE COMING WITH ME!"
Her certainty almost amused me.
I could've dismantled her lies point by point.
Instead, I just laughed.
"Then try dragging me to court."
She played recordings from my tracker button, airport and plane audio crisp.
Vivian's voice rang out clear, calling him "hubby" repeatedly,
making her own mother's face turn ashen.
Other girls' voices followed, confirming the UAE trip was for Vivian's "wedding."
After the audio, Mom showed another video.
It captured the airport corner where they cornered me, which sound perfectly intact.
Everyone heard them plot:
Why to ditch me.
Why to lock me in the restroom.
Finally, tears welling, Mom held up a photo.
Taken the moment they found me:
Me covered in blood,
mouth gagged with rancid stockings,
a picture of utter devastation.
"This proves my daughter's innocence!"
Mom cried. "She even tried to stop them by calling police! YOUR daughters did this! They beat her, abandoned her in a foreign bathroom! If we hadn't sensed trouble, she'd be DEAD! We haven't sued them yet, and YOU dare blame US?"
Dead silence fell.
Parents who'd demanded my blood now paled,
finally grasping the truth.
Livestream comments detonated:
[Holy hell! Those girls are MONSTERS! Locking someone up like that?!]
[A foreign bathroom?! And they blamed the VICTIM?]
[Vivian's pure poison! My school had a liar like her!]
Dad stepped forward, voice icy.
"You assaulted my child without evidence. You claim the rich play dirty? Fine. I'll hire the fiercest lawyers. We'll sue. No settlements. The LAW exists for a reason."
Parents now wheeled on Vivian,
venom shifting targets.
"Explain! You said JESSICA did this!"
"YOU killed our girls!"
Vivian shrieked, "Fake! AI-generated!"
The four girls chanted, "We never hurt her!"
I smiled coldly.
"We'll run forensic analysis. If it's real, you'll face defamation charges too. Millions watched this livestream. Prison awaits."
The four survivors panicked instantly.
"Jessica, please! Vivian made us lie!" one begged. "She said our families sold everything. We needed a scapegoat!"
"Don't sue! We still want college!" another wept.
Vivian snarled, "Backstabbing bitches! We planned this together!"
Then she glared at me, spitting venom:
"Don't act innocent! Those girls died because YOU didn't stop us! You played ‘big sister' while letting us walk to slaughter! If I go down, YOU'RE COMING WITH ME!"
Her certainty almost amused me.
I could've dismantled her lies point by point.
Instead, I just laughed.
"Then try dragging me to court."
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