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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 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.
“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?
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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?”
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