The Invisible Daughter (Yunice Saunders) novel Chapter 338

Chapter 338 Trial by Fire

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Rumors about Elsie were spreading online like wildfire–some true, some twisted beyond recognition. Either way, it was enough to keep her locked inside, curtains drawn, too afraid to even step out the door.

She spent the entire night crying on the couch, blowing through two boxes of tissues.

Owen slammed his fist into the armrest. “Is Yunice trying to destroy this family? She must be having another psychotic episode! Can’t we have her committed again!”

Even Lily hadn’t expected things to get this out of hand. What started as noise about Yunice’s cheating had somehow dragged Elsie into the mess. And these days, internet users weren’t so easily distracted. What if someone dug up real dirt on Elsie?

At that point, the entire Saunders family would be toast.

All Owen wanted now was for Yunice to shut it all down. He’d called her a dozen times.

She never picked up.

Elsie sobbed, voice hoarse. “She cheated and she’s still not satisfied–she wants to take me down with her!”

Owen paced the room, gritting his teeth. “She’s a compulsive liar. No one’s going to believe her tomorrow. Let her embarrass herself on livestream. Who would trust a professional fraud?”

Lily nodded. “Exactly. Just don’t engage. Keep a low profile and let the fire burn out on its own. If anyone should be panicking, it’s her.”

She wasn’t wrong.

The internet had already whipped itself into a frenzy.

Yunice had promised to prove her innocence live–and users weren’t going to miss the show.

A public vote decided on the format, a livestreamed, on–site exam at a stadium, with volunteers selecting the test questions in real–time.

The stadium had full surveillance coverage. No one believed she could cheat under those conditions.

Yunice wasn’t surprised by the result.

She’d already arranged for the venue and security. It was a public event, so she’d filed official notice with the city. Police and guards had cordoned off the perimeter to keep order.

Inside the massive stadium, a single desk had been placed in the center of the field. Cameras from every major outlet followed Yunice as she entered.

“Miss Yunice,” she said with a bright smile into the mic, “did you make it today?”

A reporter replied from the press box, “We reached out, but her family told us she was hospitalized last night from severe stress brought on by online harassment. She’s currently unconscious with a high fever.”

Yunice lifted her brows. “That’s unfortunate.”

Another journalist pressed her. “Why are you so set on involving Miss Yunice? Are you trying to ruin her reputation? Or is it like people online are saying–that you planted her as a decoy?”

Yunice looked directly at the camera. “So she can accuse me anonymously, but I can’t ask her to say it to my face?”

What the hell’s she talking about now?

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