Divorced and Pregnant My New Life with a Billionaire Drives My Ex Crazy novel Chapter 698

The craziness in Wilson’s eyes faded for a second. Why? Why did the person who set the fire, the one who tried to drag him down with her, only end up with a few burns? Why was he the one left like this, not quite alive but not dead either, a monster everyone stared at?

He barely had time to feel angry before Louisa kept talking. “But you don’t know yet, Dad. Mom… she couldn’t handle it. She tried to kill herself, jumped into the river at the edge of the village. She’s still in a coma, hasn’t woken up. The doctors say she’s got pneumonia and all sorts of complications, and I don’t even know if she’ll pull through. Dad, I really don’t know what to do anymore.”

Louisa had been running herself ragged at the hospital for days. She looked thin and hollow, her face all drawn and tired. The future of their family was just a giant, empty question mark.

And it wasn’t just what was happening inside the hospital. Outside, the internet was packed with news about her dad’s crimes. Everyone online was calling him a pervert, a monster, things so much worse than their worst nightmares. Someone had even posted all their family’s personal info. Louisa’s phone wouldn’t stop ringing, and every message, every comment on her socials, was another insult thrown at her and her parents.

“Did you know your dad was that kind of animal?”

“I heard you used a fire extinguisher on the victims to help your dad. So you think he’s innocent, right?”

“Like father, like daughter. You’re trash too.”

“Why won’t you come out and apologize?”

“Your whole family is garbage. You and your mom must have known what he was doing. Why did you cover for him?”

“Did your dad ever touch you?”

“Go check those photos. Are you in any of them?”

Louisa was furious and desperate, but she couldn’t stop any of it. She couldn’t even argue back online, because deep down, she knew…the Ferguson family really was in the wrong.

She didn’t go back to their old house. She wore a mask everywhere she went, hoping no one would recognize her, but sometimes people still did. They’d point, they’d whisper, sometimes they’d even throw things at her. She’d become the scapegoat for her dad, the one everyone blamed, the one everyone hated. She was drowning in it.

She was so, so tired.

“Dad, do you have a bank card that Mom doesn’t know about? Where is it? Can you tell me the password? I can help you…I can save you…”

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