Chapter 8 That night, all hell broke loose across the hall. "Get her out! Get this slut OUT of my house!" Vivian hurled the maid's suitcase down the hallway, then slapped her across the face. Ryan rushed in and pulled the maid behind him. "Vivian, what's your problem? Lucy's pregnant! If something happens to her, you're done!" Vivian's face twisted in rage. "I sacrificed everything for you! I gave you two sons! This is how you repay me?!" Ryan shot a cold glance at the boys in the living room. "Vanessa won't let her sons call me Dad. And you gave me those two.' "KILL OUR DYNASTY? Let House Winter rot in its own cold tomb?!" The yelling didn't stop. Eventually, community security came to mediate. Ryan stormed off with the pregnant maid. But the screaming didn't stop. "Why?! Why are you my sons?!" Then came a shriek-sharp, chilling. "It hurts! It HURTS! Help! Somebody help!" I grabbed my phone and called the police. Ten minutes later, five officers arrived at the door. "Open up! This is the police!" Vivian opened the door slowly, glaring. "What do you want? I didn't break the law." But one glance inside made the officers push her aside and rush in. I watched through the security feed. Jonah lay on the floor, bleeding from the head. A dent in his skull. Chapter 8 57.69% Jacob knelt beside him, pressing a towel to his head "Officer! Please help! She tried to kill my brother!" Paramedics were called. Jonah was rushed to the hospital. Vivian was escorted out in handcuffs, still snarling. But the real shock came later-when I found out Jacob had been live streaming the entire thing. After our brief encounter that day, he'd bought a hidden camera. He wore it everywhere. The footage went viral. Local forums, short video apps-it was everywhere. Vivian was caught on tape, screaming, "I told you! I don't have money! Treat him or don't, I don't care!" A doctor pleaded with her. "We can save him if we operate now- "Let him die. That'd be better." One of the officers actually clenched his fists. "You're his mother. How could you- "Mother? If it weren't for those two freaks, would I be like this?" "Let them die! Both of them should die!" Then she collapsed to the hospital floor, sobbing hysterically. But it was too late. The world had seen her for what she truly was. Chapter 8 57.69% Chapter o The doctors had no choice but to push Jonah into emergency surgery using a fast-tracked priority protocol. Five hours later, Jonah was wheeled out of the operating room. Vivian saw the doctor's solemn expression and sprang up with a twisted laugh. "Hahaha! That cripple's finally dead, isn't he?!" The doctor froze-clearly stunned. In his entire career, he had never seen a mother react like that. "Ma'am," he said slowly, "the child survived... but due to extensive brain damage, he'll never be able to care for himself again." Vivian's smugness vanished. Her expression turned sour, eyes burning with silent blame-like it was the doctor's fault Jonah survived. But fate wasn't done yet. The very next day, Jacob's social media blew up. His follower count skyrocketed to over 100,000 in just hours. The videos of Vivian's abuse-her slaps, screams, and beatings-went viral. They trended for three days straight. Each video racked up tens of thousands of comments. I scrolled through them with my tea in hand, enjoying the show. "These monsters don't deserve to live!" "This isn't abuse-this is attempted murder. Why haven't the cops locked them up yet?" "If the law won't handle it, we will. Time to find these psychos." "I know where Ryan Taylor works. Let's pay the bastard a visit." A few days later, those threats became reality. A crowd surrounded Ryan outside his office. They beat him until his nose broke and his face ballooned. Then his boss stepped in-on camera-and publicly fired him. Middle-aged. Unemployable. Internet infamy. He had no choice but to flee back to his hometown.