Chapter 254

Ethan Sullivan's voice cut through the phone like a razor-sharp icicle, piercing straight into Isabella Jackson's heart.

"Ethan, how could you doubt me like this?!" Isabella gripped her phone so tightly her nails nearly drew blood from her palms. "I'm the one who got hurt, and instead of caring, you're blaming me?"

A brief silence hung between them.

"Better hope you had nothing to do with it."

The call ended abruptly.

Isabella hurled her phone onto the bed, her eyes blazing with fury.

——

Sullivan Group Headquarters, U.S.

Ethan stared at the escalating media storm on his computer screen, his expression darkening.

"Colin, take down these trending topics immediately."

"Understood, Mr. Sullivan."

Within half an hour, every related hashtag vanished without a trace.

Deprived of their target, the online trolls swarmed Isabella's social media comments instead.

[We stand with you, Isabella!]

[That vicious woman doesn't deserve to be your sister!]

[I've doxxed her address—DM me for details!]

Isabella's comment section exploded with tens of thousands of supportive messages per refresh.

Watching the numbers climb, she smirked.

"Let's see you wriggle out of this one, Evelyn."

She posted a carefully crafted update:

"Thank you for your concern, but this is a private family matter. Please focus on my designs instead."

The seemingly conciliatory post only fueled the fire.

Meanwhile, Evelyn's private account was uncovered, flooding her inbox with hate messages.

Unaware, she remained engrossed in work documents until evening.

When she finally checked her phone, it froze under the deluge of notifications.

She disabled social media alerts without reading them.

Dozens of unread messages piled up—from William Jackson, Victoria Farley, and socialites she barely knew.

At the top were Ethan's missed calls and texts.

The earliest timestamped 2:01 PM:

"Don't read the comments. I'll handle it."

Thirty minutes later:

"Why aren't you responding?"

Followed by travel arrangements:

"Booked the earliest flight back."

"Security deployed at the villa."

His final message, three hours ago:

"Boarding now. Wait for me."

Warmth flooded Evelyn's chest as she immediately called him back.