Bye-bye Trash! Hello Queen! novel Chapter 21

The story of Natalie pushing Mrs. Spencer Sr. blew up online overnight. The internet was abuzz with concern for the elderly matriarch’s well-being.

[Natalie is the Scott family’s adopted daughter. Where does a foster kid get the nerve to shove a woman like Mrs. Spencer Sr.?]

[She’s absolutely vicious.]

[Oh my god, that’s horrifying. Mrs. Spencer Sr. is nearly seventy years old, and Natalie just throws her into a swimming pool?]

[Ugh! I’ve seen that woman before. She’s a total lapdog. The four Scott brothers can’t stand her—in fact, none of the Scotts can. She’s always so timid and constantly trying to please everyone. It’s pathetic to watch. I can’t believe someone so meek could do something so terrible.]

[It’s always the quiet ones who snap. Why would she go after an old woman?]

[I heard the real Scott family daughter, Joanna, dove into the pool without a second thought to save her. They were raised in the same house, how can they be so different?]

[Exactly! Joanna is gentle, kind, beautiful, and graceful. She’s a piano prodigy, a talented dancer—she excels at everything. I honestly don’t know what the Scott family was thinking, adopting a useless charity case like Natalie.]

In an instant, Natalie became public enemy number one, buried under an avalanche of online hate.

The only person who couldn’t sleep was Joanna, the architect of it all, who was buzzing with excitement. It was perfect. Natalie’s entire existence was to serve as her foil. She had spent years mimicking her, even stealing the man she loved. Joanna planned to expose it all, piece by piece, until Natalie was a pariah that everyone despised.

Within half an hour, the story was trending at the top of every major platform. Then, another bombshell dropped.

[Source tells us that the young master of the Spencer family is hosting a special thank-you banquet tomorrow night to honor Ms. Scott for saving his grandmother.]

Queena chewed on a lamb skewer, her almond-shaped eyes narrowing with anger as she glared at Natalie. “Are you just going to sit here and let these people slander you? Let Joanna plot against you from the shadows?” Queena’s heart ached for her foolish friend.

Natalie gave her a mysterious smile. “Queena, the harder they rage now, the more satisfying it will be to put them in their place tomorrow. Don’t worry, I’m prepared for the banquet. No one’s going to bully me. Tomorrow, you’re coming with me to get my hair cut. This is my second chance, and I’m going to live it on my own terms.”

Queena studied her, her perceptive eyes trying to see through the facade. Natalie thought of her friend's unique abilities and felt a flutter of panic. She didn’t even know how she’d been reborn herself—perhaps it was the sheer weight of her regrets. She quickly averted her gaze.

Queena’s brow furrowed as she looked at her deeply. Second Chance? No wonder her fate was so murky.

Natalie, what on earth did you go through to say something like that?