Old Ancestor: Thrown Out By The Nanny From The Start

update on the news about the old man molesting his daughter and saw that the truth had been revealed.

A lot had happened overnight.
In the end, even Stella, the cause of the whole thing, posted an apology video.

Nonetheless, Sandy didn’t think she had done anything wrong.
She only posted a few comments before she went to bed, and she didn’t think she should apologize for anything.

She found it too over the top.

“I’ll never apologize! Not as long as I’m breathing! Why should I? I didn’t do anything wrong.
I’m the victim, too.
I didn’t know Stella Shane could be so evil!”

Sandy read some more and ignored her DMs.
She put away her phone, stretched in bed, and was ready to get up for work.
Just then, her phone beeped.
There was a new message.

“I switched it to silent mode.
What is that sound?”

She unlocked her phone.
Suddenly, the screen turned blood red, and some black words appeared.

“You didn’t apologize.
You’re dead!

“Offender no.
147564, Sandy Liffen.

“Locating…

“Found.
Near No.
33, Jade Road, Ninen Island.”

Sandy freaked out.
It was the scariest thing she had ever seen.
She threw her phone away like it was on fire.

…

“What a bunch of idiots! I just left some comments, and they are telling me to kneel and apologize? Screw them all!”

Max was an administrator in an internet cafe.
He had spent the previous night arguing with people online.

The first half of the night was spent criticizing Himmel Soan while the latter half was spent on Stella Shane.

His shift lasted till dawn.
He yawned and was still pondering over the matter, Idiots! What can they possibly do to me if I don’t apologize? I’ve trashed Stella Shane, and that old man should thank me for it.
It’s almost eight o’clock now.
I’m off!

Just then, the internet cafe became pitch dark.

Buzz!

The electricity was back.
All the computers rebooted as some customers shouted in dissatisfaction.

“Administrator, what the hell?”

“Shit! Why was the power off? I was still editing my comment! I was so articulate!”

“Screw you! I was halfway through my game!”

Max rose to his feet.
“The fuses were probably blown.
Don’t worry.
The voltage isn’t stable here.”

“WTF!” Just then, someone shrieked.

Max saw that his screen had turned blood red when it was switched on again.
Would rebooting the computer do that?

This was the first time something like this had happened.

As he watched, black words with a melting effect began to appear on the screen.

“You didn’t apologize.
You’re dead!

“Offender No.
231482, Max Lyewood!

“Locating…

“Found.
Computer No.
001 in Chimpanzee Internet Cafe, No.
72 Vary Street, Bywater.”

…

“Boss, should we apologize?”

A young man with bloodshot eyes asked the fat man sitting behind the desk.

This company specialized in paid posters, and Jerry Sante, the boss, had successfully helped a hundred celebrities in white-washing their names.

The paid posters were experts in directing public opinion and shifting focus to different directions.

Stella had hired none other than Jerry to slander Himmel Soan earlier.

“Apologize? How? Show we all kneel and post a video? We don’t work with Stella Shane anymore.
Plus, she paid us to do it, and it was only our job! We’re not in it with her! We shouldn’t be blamed! If Himmel Soan hires us now, we can do the same thing to her!”