Chapter 258

Evelyn Sullivan's first Weibo post read: "I have obtained the personal information of all slanderers and harassers. Any further provocation will result in public exposure."

The second post contained a recorded phone call with Isabella Jackson.

Isabella stared at her phone screen, fingers trembling. The realization hit her—Evelyn never had evidence. That post was a trap, and she had walked right into it.

"Evelyn Sullivan!" Isabella hurled her phone against the wall, chest heaving with rage. How dare that bitch set her up?

The two posts exploded online like thunder, instantly shifting public opinion. A tidal wave of condemnation crashed onto Isabella.

"Perfect move! This is the best revenge!"

"Isabella is disgusting—stealing her sister's life and slandering her adoptive parents."

"I heard the Jacksons only brought Evelyn back to donate bone marrow for Isabella."

Former supporters turned against her, their attacks fiercer than before. Isabella was forced to disable comments as her follower count plummeted.

Curled in a corner of her bedroom, tears soaked her clothes.

Meanwhile, Evelyn coldly watched the flood of apologies. Internet mobs were always like this—driven by emotion, convinced of their own righteousness.

Her phone buzzed. Ethan Sullivan entered, his presence icy.

"If you're here for Isabella—"

Before she could finish, she was pulled into a mint-scented embrace.

"Next time, let me handle it," he murmured, voice low.

Evelyn pushed him away. "What are we to each other?"

"Even if we're just bedmates," Ethan's gaze darkened, "I won't let you suffer."

"Don't cross the line." She turned her face away.

The air turned frigid.

After a long silence, Ethan scooped her into his arms. "Dinner."

The table was set with light, bland dishes. Evelyn frowned. "I want spicy food."

"After you heal." He placed a piece of fish in her bowl.