Chapter 578 Buried Landmines
A storm of speculation swept through the internet, and with it came a wave of deep dives into the personal histories of Morgan, Maine, and Oscar.
Surprisingly, Oscar came out the cleanest. His private life was uneventful–he’d spent the past ten years in the lab, leaving no dirt for netizens to dig up.
But Maine? She practically set a landmine for herself. People dug up stories of her bullying classmates back in elementary school, and how she’d gone through a string of relationships during middle school.
One girl even came forward claiming Maine had once come between her and her boyfriend. She called Maine a two-faced fraud who used the excuse of being “one of the guys” to flirt with close friends’ boyfriends. The girl even leaked chat logs, painting a picture that sounded alarmingly plausible.
Yunice could only marvel at how strange and diverse the world truly was.
Maine once pointed at me and called me a homewrecker. Back then, I felt ashamed. Insecure. Like I didn’t belong. But now? Look who’s the real hypocrite. People really shouldn’t take themselves too seriously.
Meanwhile, Maine was about to lose her mind.
She paced restlessly around Nora’s apartment while her phone buzzed and rang non-stop from where it lay on the bed.
The calls were from her parents–no doubt to scold her.
After all, her testimony in Morgan’s favor had dragged the entire Zach family down with her. Even Zach Corp’s public image was tanking.
They couldn’t understand why Maine insisted on getting involved in the Johnson family’s mess.
Maine didn’t dare answer, not until she figured out a way to fix this.
When the battery finally died and the phone fell silent, she felt a moment of relief.
“Nora, I’ve sacrificed so much to help you and Morgan. You better win this. If you don’t, I won’t even have a home to go back to.”
Nora was gripping the parallel bars in her rehab setup, drenched in sweat as she forced herself to move forward step by step.
After lying in bed for three years, her mind was awake again–but her body needed intense physical therapy to return to what it once was.
But she hadn’t made it halfway across the bars before she collapsed with a sharp cry, falling to the ground.
The thud of bone hitting floor made Maine flinch. She rushed over and helped her up, choking up.
“Nora, you can’t rush this! You’ll only end up breaking something, and then your recovery will take even longer!”
Clutching her leg, Nora gritted out, “I just hate being this useless.”
Maine’s voice was tight with emotion. “I get it. I do. But even if you break yourself trying, what good does it do? He won’t care. He won’t even come see you! He knows how much you love Morgan, and he still chose to protect Yunice and her brother. He doesn’t care if you and Morgan live or die! If he hadn’t pressured the police so hard, I never would’ve had to lie on the stand!”
Nora stared at Maine, moved to tears. “Why are you doing all this for me?”
Everyone else had only cared for her because of Wyatt–and they abandoned her just as quickly when Wyatt turned cold. Only Maine had stood by her. Whether she was in a coma or drowning in despair, Maine had always been there.
Can friendship really drive someone to do this much?
Maine’s voice cracked. “You’re up against Wyatt. If I don’t help you, who will?”
Nora said, “But what if I drag you down too? Wyatt’s protecting Yunice like his life depends on it. He’ll take this case all the way to court. I heard he even brought in the special investigation team…”
“Like it’s some huge national case–please,” Maine scoffed. “They’re only involved because someone pulled strings.”
They both knew who Wyatt was aiming at.
Maine grew impatient with Nora’s helpless look and leaned in to whisper an idea in her ear. “Nora, listen to me. Here’s what you need to do…”
These days, Wyatt and Yunice were together around the clock. She barely had a moment alone.
Madam Mary had come by twice trying to smooth things over but hadn’t even gotten to see Wyatt.
After her failed visit, she returned home and saw Nora sitting in her wheelchair. Without a word, she slapped her across the face.
“I should’ve just let you die in that coma. Waking up turned out to be even more useless.”
Nora’s face twisted from the blow, but she didn’t say a word.
She was used to this kind of treatment in the Johnson family.
After Madam Mary stormed off, Mr. Johnson came forward playing the good guy.
“Nora, apologize to your grandmother.”
Expressionless, Nora turned her head and said flatly, “Sorry, Grandma.”
Madam Mary gave a cold snort and rolled her chair away.