Chapter 251

In the VIP hospital room, Beatrice Gould held her daughter Fiona Von's hand, whispering words of comfort.

"Mom, how dare that bitch spread such lies!" Fiona clenched the bed rail so tightly her nails nearly dug into the wood.

A dark glint flashed in Beatrice's eyes. "Be patient. We'll deal with it after your father wakes up."

Fiona's chest heaved with rage. Her social media feed was already flooded with reposts of Lucy White's exposé. Those society girls who used to fawn over her were now laughing at her expense.

"I'll make her wish she were dead," Fiona hissed through gritted teeth.

Just then, Frederick Von's fingers twitched on the hospital bed.

"Dad's waking up!" Instantly switching to a concerned expression, Fiona rushed to his side.

When Frederick opened his eyes and saw the two women hovering over him, his face darkened further.

Beatrice immediately burst into tears. "Frederick, I never imagined Giselle would do such things..."

While dabbing her eyes, she stole glances at Frederick's reaction. Seeing his expression soften slightly, she pressed her advantage. "I've already confined Giselle to her room for reflection. We'll make her apologize to Grace properly—"

Frederick waved a tired hand. "Tell her not to come back."

Fiona's phone suddenly vibrated violently. Seeing her boyfriend's name on the caller ID, she hurried into the hallway.

"Your mother's dirty laundry is all over trending topics!" he spat before she could speak. "We're done!"

Fiona froze as if struck by lightning. "Let me explain—"

"Explain what? The entire elite circle knows everything!" His cold laugh sent chills down her spine. "Your mother's affairs, how you stole your best friend's fiancé—who doesn't know now?"

The line went dead. With trembling fingers, Fiona opened Twitter. The top three trending hashtags glared back at her:

#GouldMistressScandal

#FionaTheHomewrecker

#HeiressShowdown

The comments section was even worse:

"Professional homewreckers, the both of them."

"Heard Miss Von tried seducing Hunter Wilde at the gala too!"

"DM me your rates, sugar~"

Her vision blurred. The phone clattered to the floor. Fiona had always been the pampered socialite—when had she ever suffered such humiliation?

"Lucy...White..." She ground out the name between clenched teeth, eyes burning with hatred.

Back in the room, Beatrice was still coaxing Frederick in honeyed tones. "Darling, don't upset yourself—"

Fiona burst in, face ashen. "Mom! It's everywhere!"

Beatrice took one look at the phone and nearly fainted. The vulgar comments on social media stabbed at her like knives.

"This...this..." Her lips trembled before she whirled toward Frederick. "You must defend our honor!"

Puzzled, Frederick took the phone. His face turned livid within seconds. As he scrolled, his breathing grew ragged.

"Disgraceful!" he roared suddenly, hurling the phone against the wall.

Both women jumped in fright.

"Dad, it's all Lucy's lies—" Fiona began desperately.

"Lies?" Frederick sneered. "Are these photoshopped too?"

He pointed at the shattered screen, where crystal-clear images showed Beatrice entering hotels with different men.

Fiona's legs gave out. She collapsed to the floor in a heap. At that moment, she knew—this time, they were truly finished.