Chapter418FeelSorryforMr.Lewis
The news of Vivi’s demise quickly spread online, taking less than five minutes to skyrocket to the top of
the trending charts.
The news was so shocking that nobody dared to believe their own eyes.
[What the heck? Do I see it wrong? Vivi is gone?]
[What’s even more shocking is that she died from substance abuse! The entertainment industry is truly
treacherous. If Vivi was involved, who isn’t?]
[It’s all rumors! Nothing but baseless usations! Vivi couldn’t have possibly passed away! It must be
nder!]
[Is it permissible to spread baseless rumors just because someone has passed away? Don’t they
understand the concept of respecting the deceased?]
[Why would fate be so cruel to Vivi, such a kind and lovely girl?]
Although the news was officially announced, and despite people’s reluctance to ept it, everyone.
knew it was the truth.
Vivi’s Instagram page turned entirely ck and white, and her fan clubs and devoted followers changed
their profile pictures to ck as a sign of mourning.
Amidst the rapid esction of the situation, numerous dimly lit videos started circting online.
The content of these videos was unbearable to watch. The men in the videos were all different, but the
women were consistently identified as Vivi.
In an instant, the pure and innocent Vivi transformed into the sexually provocative Vivi
The authorities promptly discovered these inappropriate videos and swiftly took action.
There were still numerousizens who, after capturing screenshots from the video, continued to
propagate them online through subsequent rounds of sharing.
Regarding thements following Vivi’s passing, the prevailing sentiment gradually shifted.
Initially,izens expressed their condolences, but it eventually transformed into a mixture of sarcastic
mockery and verbal abuse.
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Some imed that she yed herself to death, others asserted that shepletely subverted their
understanding, and there were even those who stated that she was disgustingly filthy, tarnishing Boris‘
reputation.
[I feel so sorry for Mr. Lewis, who is still lying in the emergency room, probably unaware of what his
woman was doing behind his back!]
I can’t believe in love anymore. Was their previous affection all a lie? Wasn’t there any genuine love at
all? None whatsoever?]
[Why can someone pretend to be in love so convincingly? What is love, really?]
[I’ve cried so much that my eyes are swollen. This hurts even more than my own heartbreak.]
[The reason why it hurts so much is that we can’t bear to witness something once beautiful shatter into
pieces, never to be the same again!]
Vivi’s story created a storm of shock and disbelief online.
On the other hand, Sean, leading a group of people, arrived at the Lewis Mansion.
Standing in front of the mansion, gazing at the ce where he once lived, Sean experienced a moment
of daze, but quickly his expression turned cold.
This was the root of all his tragedies, the beginning of all his misfortunes, the shadow he could never
escape from in his lifetime.
He straightened his suit, meticulously tied his tie, and wore a faint, cold smile on his face as he
snapped his fingers.
The apanying bodyguards forcefully pushed open the gates, and the imposing car swaggered its
way into the mansion.
Leading the way, Sean followed behind.
Upon seeing these individuals, the housekeeper was taken aback and eximed in fear, “What are you
doing? Who are you? Leave immediately, or we’ll call the police!”
Before he could finish his words, he was knocked to the ground by one of the individuals.
The housekeeper, still defiant, shouted, “Someone,e quickly! Call the police!”
Sean stepped on the housekeeper’s back and strode forward.
He made his way to the grand hall.
Carrier ascended the stairs, holding the medicine, in search of Zezili. As she observed the sudden
intrusion of an individual, she cautiously inquired, “Who are you?”
Her gaze lingered momentarily on Sean’s face, which bore some resemnce to a familiar visage. She
became momentarily perplexed and hesitantly asked, “You… You are Mister Seth, aren’t you?”
‘I am not!” Sean shouted, forcefully snatching her bowl of medicine and mming it onto the ground. “I
am not Seth!”
“No… You are Mister Seth.” Carrier was almost confirmed.
Seth was born and raised in the old mansion, and she had witnessed his growth with her own eyes.
How could she not recognize his every move?
“Shut up!” Sean pped her across the face, causing Carrier to whimper in pain. He hissed. “Where is
Zezili? Go and call Zezili down immediately!”
Carrier covered her face, sobbing softly. “Mister Seth… How could you… How could you do this? Old
Mr. Lewis would be so happy if he knew you were alive… What… What are you nning to do?”
“He wishes for my death! How could he be happy? He has never cared about me, his own grandson!
His heart is only filled with his precious biological grandson!” Sean retorted, filled with frustration.
Originally, he hadn’t intended to say these words, but once he began, all the grievances of the past
rushed forth like a floodgate being opened.
“No matter what I say or do, I can neverpare to his biological grandson! Why? Has he ever
recognized my efforts? Why does he treat me this way? Just because I’m not his blood–rted
grandson, am I always inferior to Boris?”
As he spoke, tears streamed down his face. He wiped them away hastily, forced a self–deprecating
smile, and then looked up, shouting toward the staircase, “Zezili! Zezili, get yourself down here! Don’t
make me send someone to find you!”
“No need to bother.” A mockingughter echoed from the second floor, followed closely by Zezili’s
appearance before everyone. He scanned the crowd and smirked. “I’vee on my own.”