Rosalind was aware of the cacophony of voices below the stage. However, she carried herself like an
elegant swan, lifting her chin, unfazed and even more spirited.
âGo ahead, say what you want,â thought Rosalind to herself. My splendid life has just begun, while you
could only be frogs at the bottom of the well looking up at me!â
âJustin! Look at this!â Ryanâs eyes widened as he stared at the trending search online before quickly
handing Justin the phone.
There, the top trending topic that boldly caught everyoneâs attention pierced through the mysterious
depths of the manâs eyes-#JustinAndRosalindsEngagement.
Shocked, Ryan immediately asked in Justinâs ear. âJustin, Iâm baffled right now. Didnât you tell me you
were breaking up with Rosalind? Why did your stepmother announce your engagement? Now, itâs
trending! It seems Gregory isnât against it. What the hell is going on? Are you breaking up with her or
not?â
A buzzing sound echoed in Justinâs ears as his hand clenched and his muscles tensed beneath his
suit.
He felt like a fully drawn bow, his chest holding back a surge of intense frustration, teetering on the
edge of breaking loose.
Suddenly-!
The giant screen, which initially had beautiful pink floating flowers in the background, suddenly turned
to darkness.
âHuh? Whatâs going on?â
âPower outage? Or did the screen malfunction?â
Amidst the confusion, the screen flickered back to life.
Instead of the pink flowers, there was now a photo of a girl!
The girl in the photo was thin and small, with messy hair on her head and tattered clothes. She was
crying, with tears and snot all over her face.
She looked extremely pitiful, making the crowd feel sorry just by looking at her.
âMy goodness! Whose child is this? She looks so miserable!â
âYeah! Is Ms. Gold using this birthday banquet as a charity fundraiser? Then I have to donate some. I
am the most enthusiastic about charity!â
Hearing the discussions below, Rosalind and Jean realized that something was wrong quickly turned
around to look at the screen. âWait, whatâs going on?â Shannon asked, surprised.
and
âWho is that dirty child? How could such a thing appear at my birthday banquet? Did the backstage
crew make a mistake?â Rosalindâs jaw dropped as she stared blankly at the screen with the little girl.
Jean turned pale and jumped up from her chair like it was on fire. She pointed at the screen and
shouted, âWhatâs going on?! Turn it off! Turn the screen off now!â
The crowd around her was startled, looking at her with puzzled expressions.
Even Gregory and Patrick needed clarification. They could not understand why a small screen
malfunction triggered such an exaggerated reaction.
Suddenly, from somewhere in the audience, a manâs hoarse voice echoed. âTurn it off? Why turn it off?â
Rosalind followed the voice around the room. When Memphisâs sinister face appeared in her sight, she
almost screamed from fear!
Rosalind broke into a cold sweat, soaking through her expensive haute couture dress. Her legs were
shaking uncontrollably under her skirt. Her delicately made-up face was as stiff as a mask!
Memphis sneered and took a few steps forward into the light. The rough-looking man quickly drew
everyoneâs attention.
He declared, âFamily members should be united. While youâre enjoying yourselves here, eating and
drinking extravagantly, this poor child is suffering from abuse and hardship in an orphanage in Meridan.
Rosalind, as the childâs mother, do you still have any conscience?!â