Chapter 270

It was the story of Trevon's car wreck from three years back.

Phrases like "severe crash," "unconscious," and "vegetative state" stood out starkly.

Next to the text were two photos. One showed Lydia at the airport, poised to leave the country, and the other was her international plane ticket.

The crowd was thrown for a loop by these jarring images, unsure of their significance.

A few quick thinkers blurted out, "Hold up, are you telling me Lydia booked it out of the country the moment she heard Mr. Gibson was in a crash and went comatose?"

"And she's got the gall to flaunt their romance here?"

"Man, if Mr. Gibson got wind of this, would he still roll out the red carpet for her birthday?"

"Seriously, how can she even talk about love? It's like that saying, 'When trouble hits, love flies out the window.'"

"You're way out of line!"

"Ahem, you know what I mean!"

The conference room was buzzing with chatter as everyone pointed fingers at Lydia.

Lydia's face turned ghostly white a