Chapter Eight The End

Beatrice Hudson, the hostess, was professional.

In this case, Mallory's scandal was more appealing.

She rushed to ask me about the details.

I had to tell her the whole story.

Mallory once found a man, but let me take the blame. Her son, Zackary, beat me up and caused me a miscarriage.

The live room instantly became a hit.

"Beating his wife until she got a miscarriage? Is this something a man can do?"

"His mother is not a good person, with a fierce-looking face."

"This is so funny. Cheating in her daughter-in-law's underwear."

Mallory became furious and used her hand to cover the camera.

But she failed.

She shifted her target to me.

"Lillianna, you've gone too far. Your father used his power for personal gain to put my son in jail. You're here to slander me."

I crossed my arms in front of my chest and said, "Do you have any evidence to prove that my father used his power for personal gain? I warn you that you may go to jail for falsely accusing the police. All these words y