Chapter 183 Insults


    At the hospital, Sylvie had just equipped Rosie with a new phone and set it up with a SIM card.


    Rosie had barely started exploring social media and various online forums when her new phone began to ring. There was an unknown number on the screen.


    She quickly answered the call with a respectful tone. "Hello."


    "Is this Rosie Harper?" came a rather unfriendly voice from a young woman, with noticeable street noise in the background,


    Unsure who was on the line and considering it might be rted to work, Rosie remained cordial. "Yes, this is Rosie Harper, Who am I speaking with, and how can I assist you?"


    To her surprise, as soon as the caller confirmed who she was, her tone got even sharper. Sheunched into a tirade.


    "How could you act so disgracefully? You''re Mr. Harper''s niece, yet you lived in his home for years and even called him Dad. With their true daughter returning, your inability to ept her has led you to repeatedly attempt to harm her. You are so shameless!"


    After a pause, the caller continued, "You''ve gone as far as hiring thugs to harm her. What''s the problem? Can''t handle how much better she is than you? What right do you have to feel jealous? Try achieving greatness on your own. And to stoop so low as to fabricate tales of her bearing a child illegitimately? You''re utterly repulsive. Individuals like you don''t deserve to live. It''s a pity you didn''t die together with your parents before!"


    "Who is this?" Rosie demanded, her voice crackling with fury. She was being barraged with insults from this person, and she waspletely in the dark about her identity.


    Fuming, Rosie yelled back into the receiver, "Who are you to say something like that to me? I''m getting the police involved!"


    The caller on the line replied with increased arrogance, "Oh, you''re going to call the police? Go ahead! I''d like to see who they''ll end up taking away, given all your misdeeds!"


    Her words then quickly deteriorated into crude insults.


    Overwhelmed by anger, Rosie ended the call.


    Yet, within seconds, her phone rang again from another unknown number. Still reeling from the previous call,


    she answered the call in anger.


    "Who is this?"


    A young man''s voice shouted, brimming with hostility, "Just who do you think you are, challenging the Harper family''s true daughter? You should know your ce! You probably cursed your parents to death-"


    Rosie ended the call immediately, refusing to endure more insults.


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    "Do these people have nothing better to do?" she muttered in dismay.


    Just then, her phone rang with yet another call from an unknown number.


    Rosie decided against taking the call this time. Instead, she removed the SIM card to avoid further disturbances.


    What had she done to deserve this? Why were these people attacking her?


    Tears began to well up in Rosie''s eyes as Sylvie and Vivian tried tofort her. Rosie looked at her phone, now silent, and muttered, "How on earth did they get my number?"


    Both Sylvie and Vivian were equally baffled. They immediately started scouring the inte to see if there was any buzz about Rosie. Their search confirmed their fears: Rosie''s name was being dragged through the mud across various social media tforms and forums.


    While browsing, Vivian stumbled upon a shocking revtion. "Here it is! Someone posted your number online; the post has been shared over ten thousand times!"


    That exined the barrage of calls.


    Vivian reacted with indignation. "Someone has obviously leaked your number on purpose!"


    Sylvie, clenching her jaw in anger, said, "It has to be Brenna''s doing!"


    She continued to peruse social media, frustrated by the intrusion into Rosie''s privacy.


    Suddenly, she gasped, pointing at the screen, "Look at this! They''ve even posted about your hospital stay. Do you think they''lle here to cause more trouble for you?"


    Vivian expressed her concerns with a worried frown, saying, "I hope it doesn''te to that."


    Rosie, feeling pushed to the limit, responded in anger, "Let theme. I''m ready to face anyone who tries to cause trouble here."


    As darkness settled, Sylvie and Vivian remained uneasy. Vivian suggested, "Perhaps it''s safer if you don''t stay here tonight. If someonees here to harm you, it might be difficult for you to escape quickly with your leg in this condition."


    But Rosie felt secure in her family''s influence. "I''m a Harper; no one would daree here to harm me. It uney do, they''re signing their own death warrant."


    Reassured, Sylvie and Vivian departed after a while.


    Rachael came byter, bringing dinner for Rosie.


    The events of the day had taken their toll on Rosie''s appetite, and she managed only a few bites before pushing the food away.


    Just then, the door suddenly burst open. A man in a baseball cap stormed in, arge bucket in hand. He marched up to Rosie''s bed and said, "You''re Rosie, right?"


    Rosie didn''t notice what he was holding and simply nodded.


    A secondter, with a loud ssh, the whole bucket of scraps came crashing down over Rosie, soaking her from head to toe.


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    "Ah!" Rosie''s scream echoed through the room as she was suddenly covered in the foul mess.


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