Let Her Wail Chapter 09
“Did everyone hear that? His father had no money for treatment because they didn’t get the inheritance.
“As for why they didn’t get it? Watch this video!”
‘I played the footage I had recorded at the aristocratic funeral. Mia’s hysterical wailing was captured crystal clear
on camera.
“See that? This woman ignored all the rules and insisted on making a scene. She’s the one who ruined everything!
“People tried to stop her, but she wouldn’t listen. She was dead set on using the funeral to chase after noblemen!”
At first, some viewers were skeptical, and opinions were divided, but soon, the tide of public opinion in the livestream completely reversed.
Prince Charles’s assistant released a statement to the local media. It clearly stated that Robert and Mia had caused a disturbance at the funeral.
The person who had originally been first in line to inherit had voluntarily given up that right but later reclaimed it. All because she refused to let the money go to people who had disrespected the Duke.
As for the claims that I had sabotaged their inheritance? Complete fabrication.
Once the statement came out, no one believed the Bakers’ lies anymore.
“Wait, so the Bakers ruined things themselves and then turned around and blamed the daughter-in-law?”
“That’s disgusting. They didn’t get the inheritance, so they blamed her for the father not having money for treatment?”
“What a scheme. They were trying to make her the scapegoat all along!”
Facing the livestream camera, I glared at them.
“Your family blames me for everything. I should have gotten the divorce and gone far away a long time ago!”
Robert’s eyes turned red in an instant. He slammed his fist against the wall and roared. “No divorce! I won’t let you divorce me! Do you hear me?!”
He cut off both livestreams mid-shout. He spat out “Think about what you’ve done” and locked me in a room.
I spent half the night thinking. I knew calling the police probably would not help. This family had no boundaries left.
In the end, I called Prince Charles. That very night, bodyguards came to take me to a hotel, where they stood guard around the clock.
Later, Robert tried several times to come after me, but the bodyguards turned him away every time.
That same evening, Prince Charles called.
“Ms. Gibson, rest assured. With the bodyguards there, no one will lay a finger on you.”
Soon after, my company told me I could return to work. The property management at my apartment said it was
safe to come home.
It was then that I truly saw how capable the lawyer Prince Charles had arranged for me really was.
He had private investigators gathering evidence while deliberately letting the Bakers’ slander spread and fester.
Even the embarrassing incident of their wailing at a foreign funeral was picked up by major media outlets and publicly criticized.
The internet exploded. People went after the Bakers relentlessly.
“Have you no shame? You humiliated yourselves abroad just for money!”
“Blaming the daughter-in-law for everything. Were you trying to squeeze her dry?”
Before long, they had been completely exposed. Their company fired them overnight, not even giving them time to pack their things.
The neighbors were even harsher. Some avoided them entirely. Others cursed them to their faces for being shameless.
They had been so arrogant when they were smearing my name. Now they were just as pathetic, despised by
everyone.
A few days later, as security escorted me home from work, a news alert popped up on my phone.
Robert had been arrested for unlawful detention. Mia had been arrested for malicious defamation. Both were taken away in handcuffs.
Paige was too old to be arrested, but she watched her son and daughter get dragged away in cuffs.
She wailed on the spot like a madwoman, screaming until her voice gave out,
A few days later, she truly lost her mind. What made it even better was that Robert’s charge of unlawful detention became solid proof for my fast-tracked divorce.
Once I was free of that rotten family, I felt lighter than I had in years.
Before, I had been scraping by, trying to fill the financial hole left by Elliot’s medical bills. Now that I had shaken off those terrible people and their drama, life felt free and full of possibility.
I saved up quickly and opened a small coffee shop. It was nothing fancy, but it gave me peace of mind.
I believed that from now on, my life would only keep getting better, one step at a time.
Then one afternoon, a blond, blue-eyed man walked into the shop. Pinned to his collar was a brooch bearing a royal crest. I recognized the design from the funeral.
He walked up to the counter, a smile playing on his lips. “Ms. Gibson, would you let me buy you a cup of coffee?”
When I looked up, I could not help but smile. “Your Highness. I never got the chance to thank you properly. Coffee? It’s on the house.”
