She Wanted Everyone to Remember Her Birthday, So I Let Them Remember It Forever Chapter 04
Outside the door, Ophelia began to sob. “Chad, please don’t be like this. Patricia is just jealous of me.”
Furious, Chad slammed his fist against the door again.
“Did you hear that? Ophelia is still defending you even now! You just sell furniture, so stop acting so high and mighty. How dare you bring up breaking off the engagement to me? Who do you think you are!”
“Mr. Rollins said there’s a minor glitch in the system. Your place is the penthouse layout and has the highest-level owner terminal. Hand over the administrator account so Ophelia can reset the building’s codes!”
“Did you hear me? Open the door right now! If anything goes wrong, you will take full responsibility!”
Standing inside the door, I coldly said, “The owner terminal only controls the locks to my own apartment. My house isn’t a central server. Do you think my door lock is some kind of universal master key?”
Chad choked on his words, then twisted his face and hurled more insults. “Quit faking it! I know you’re just jealous of how popular Ophelia is, and you’re practically praying for something bad to happen to every neighbor!”
Ophelia let out a soft whimper. “Patricia, if you really hate me, you can take it out on me. Please don’t use everyone’s homes to throw a tantrum.”
I was completely speechless. I hadn’t done a single thing, yet somehow I was the one using everyone’s homes to throw a tantrum.
What did any of this have to do with me?
Right then, Millie suddenly sent me a voice note, her voice cracking with pure panic.
“Patricia! Someone opened my door! The jewelry I kept in my master bedroom drawer is gone!”
“A thief got into my apartment! My money, my things, everything is gone!”
More and more neighbors started weeping and complaining in the group chat about their belongings being stolen, screaming for Ophelia to come out and give them an explanation.
A few seconds later, Mr. Rollins posted a warning.
[Quiet down, everyone! This is currently an internal test for our handover event. If any owner contacts the police without authorization and damages the property’s reputation, management reserves the right to pursue legal action!]
Ophelia immediately followed up with a crying emoji.
“Please don’t call the police, everyone. I’m really scared.”
Unbelievably, some people in the chat actually tried to comfort her.
[Don’t be scared, Ophelia. Millie probably just misremembered where she put her things.]
[Exactly. If Patricia had just stepped in to help earlier, things would never have gotten this out of hand!]
Seeing the reactions, Mr. Rollins immediately turned the blame toward me.
[The system is about to lock down. Nobody move. As long as Miss Lane is willing to hand over her administrator account, there is still a chance to fix this!]
The next second, the screen flooded with angry messages.
[Patricia, stop being so selfish! We’re all neighbors here, open your door right now and let Ophelia in to figure something out!]
[This is all your fault! If you hadn’t refused to help Ophelia, it wouldn’t have turned into such a disaster!]
Suddenly, a system notification popped up on my phone.
[Warning: A large-scale leak of the temporary codes for Building 18 has been detected. The system has initiated an early security lockdown. All bulk password modification channels are closed, and temporary codes are frozen.]
[Owners must bring valid identification to reset their locks individually. Relevant logs have been synchronized with the security department.]
In an instant, the owners’ group chat turned into complete chaos.
[I was supposed to move in tonight, and now I can’t even get through my own door!]
[My parents are inside and their phones are dead, someone come open the door!]
[My jewelry is gone, who is going to take responsibility?]
Ophelia sent a crying voice note.
“I told you guys from the start. If Patricia had just been willing to lend us the administrator account, the system definitely wouldn’t have locked down. She clearly could have saved everyone, but she purposely dragged it out just because she dislikes me.”
Chad delivered another heavy kick to the door. “Patricia, did you hear that? Ophelia can barely breathe because of you! Hand over the account right now, there’s still time!”
I called out through the door. “Are you an idiot? I’m just an owner, I don’t have some master administrator account!”
“Cut the crap!” he roared, his voice growing hoarse. “If you don’t hand over that account today, I’ll smash your door to pieces!”
Willow rushed over as well, her voice shrill as she hurled insults. “Do you still want to my son or not? Ophelia is such a sweet girl, and you’ve ruined her like this. You must apologize to her right now!”
Mr. Rollins arrived with two security guards, pushing his way to my door.
“Miss Lane, please cooperate. Open the door first.”
I gave them a cold warning. “My apartment was just renovated, and there are active security cameras inside. If you dare step foot in here, I will call the police immediately.”
One of Ophelia’s loyal followers instantly shouted.
“She’s bluffing! She absolutely hid the administrator account inside her apartment!”
“Break in and find it! Put all of our losses on her tab!”
With a loud crash, the outer shell of my digital lock was smashed completely out of shape.
Several people shoved the door open and burst inside, their dirty shoes trampling all over the pristine white carpet I had just laid down.
Someone began tearing through my entryway cabinets, while another knocked over the coffee table. In the blink of an eye, my beautifully renovated apartment was turned into absolute trash.
My pupils contracted with shock. I had spent forty thousand dollars renovating this place, and they were tearing it apart!
Before I could even react, Willow charged forward and slapped me across the face. “This is for stirring up trouble! Look what you did to everyone!”
Chad snatched my phone right out of my hand and threw it violently into the corner. “You dared to call the police? Apologize to Ophelia on her live stream now!”
Ophelia’s stream was still running, and she looked thoroughly pitiful as tears streamed down her face. “Patricia, just admit it. It was your refusal to help that left everyone locked out of their homes.”
Mr. Rollins’ face twisted into a fierce expression. Terrified of taking the blame, he pressed heavily. “Miss Lane, confess your mistake in front of the live stream right now and we can still resolve this. Otherwise, you’re on your own.”
I looked up at them, my cheek burning with a searing pain.
These absolute bastards. They were the ones who caused this entire mess, yet they actually expected me to take the fall for them.
“You want me to take the blame for your stupidity? In your dreams!”
The moment the words left my mouth, the expressions on Chad and the others turned thoroughly vicious. Raising their fists, they stepped toward me in unison.
“Fine! Since you want to do this the hard way, we have plenty of ways to make you confess!”
Before I could even speak, a furious roar echoed from the hallway outside.
“All of you, stop right now!”
The property developer’s executive director rushed in, flanked by a squad of security personnel.
Looking at the total wreckage covering the floor, his face turned completely dark with rage.
“Who gave you permission to break into someone’s private property?”
“And who authorized changing the entire building’s security codes to Ophelia’s birthday?”
