Most of Ivyâs fans didnât show up on the internet, but deep down they knew that on the vast expanse of the internet, disliking Ivy had become the prevailing trend.
These devoted fans, who genuinely admired her, were now being labeled as crazed and delusional.
One fan declared defiantly: [I know who Ivy really is, and I wonât start hating her just because thereâs a mob out there trying to drag her through the mud.]
In their fan club chat rooms, they sought solace among themselves.
[Iâve met Ivy. I know sheâs a genuinely good girl through and through. It breaks my heart to see her being slandered like this, to see all this filth being flung at her! Ivy hasnât done anything to deserve this hatred. Why must she endure such vile insults? Wasnât the drama on the set resolved? Why isnât anyone standing up to clear Ivyâs name now?]
[Donât you see why? Ivy doesnât have a powerhouse agency behind her; sheâs just a newbie actress fresh on the scene. These days, Iâve heard that the production is on its final legs, racing against the clock. Chances are, theyâre oblivious to the storm brewing online! Oh, how I wish those rumors about Ivy having a strong backer were true-at least then sheâd have a fighting chance to clear her name. Are we supposed to just accept this smear campaign against her? It really hurts to see her like this.]
Indeed, Ivy hadnât anticipated that even amid such dire straits, sheâd still have a cohort of fans steadfast in their belief in her.
She also noticed how some fans fell silent and drifted away from the fan groups after the controversy.
Worse yet, a few switched sides, becoming her detractors and joining the chorus of online bashing.
She didnât blame them; after all, they were strangers, and she had no right to demand their belief.
Yet, when she saw those who truly cared for her, she couldnât help but feel a stinging sensation behind her eyes.
Silently, she made a promise to those fans. âJust give me a few more days, I wonât let you down.â
For the sake of her supporters, Ivy knew she had to pick herself up.
Just like some fans had pointed out, the film was nearing its conclusion, demanding more of Ivyâs energy to bring the character of Valor to life.
With Alyssa in her corner, Ivy felt reassured, entrusting the matter to her-a level of trust she hadnât even afforded her own parents.
Meanwhile, over at the Dunhillsâ, Clara had returned home seething with rage, fresh from her release.
Ignoring the servantâs gentle reminder to change into slippers, she flung her purse onto the couch and crashed into it with a huff.
In the kitchen, Tessa was rustling up a homely dinner when she noticed Claraâs fury. Quickly handing her apron to a nearby servant, Tessa went to greet her with a smile.
âWhatâs the matter, Clara? Whoâs gone and ruffled our little ladyâs feathers?â she asked, her tone dripping with maternal warmth.
Clara let out a scornful laugh, âWho else but Ivy, that wretch, to make my blood boil.â
Tessaâs smile stiffened, âIvy moved out ages ago, and weâve cut ties; how could she possibly affect you now?â
Claraâs expression instantly turned woeful as she clung to Tessaâs arm. âHavenât you seen. the news?
Everyoneâs saying Ivyâs a bully, the whole internet is against her.â