Mom has no bottom line（2）

To help fans see the "truth," the marketing account also posted a video of Sarah Ford singing in the music room, including a scene of recording "Summer Cicada," as well as several photos of Sarah Ford composing at her desk in the music room.

The marketing account left no stone unturned and accused Jane while supporting Sarah Ford to fight for her rights in public.

The comments on Twitter were going crazy:

"Jane is garbage, why hasn't she rolled out of the entertainment circle yet?"

"Even calling her garbage is too good for her. She's shameless and immoral. Why doesn't she just die?"

"The commenter above, even if she died, she would still make hell dirty. She's even more disgusting than a cockroach."

...

The insults were flying everywhere, one more vicious than the next.

Previously, the allegations were fabricated out of thin air by Vivian West, who blackened her name with her strong influence. While some wise fans still believed her, with evidence now in hand, no amount of words can clear her name.

She was so anxious to clarify things and wanted to speak up for herself on Twitter, only to find out that she couldn't log in.

She remembered that her Twitter account had been managed by Carl Edwards all along, and she had been focused on creating and didn't pay attention to these things.

She called Carl Edwards again, but couldn't get through.

She anxiously went to knock on her parents' door, hoping Elizabeth could help her. After all, she was her biological mother and couldn't just sit idly by while she was being wronged.

But she knocked on the door for a while and there was no response.

Instead, it was Mrs. Xia who heard the commotion downstairs and came up wearing a coat. Seeing her anxiously knocking on the door, Mrs. Xia said, "Mr. and Mrs. haven't come back tonight."

Her knocking abruptly stopped.

Her parents didn't come back tonight?

She turned around, her eyes trembling as she looked at Mrs. Xia and urgently asked, "What about Alice Garcia?"

Mrs. Xia shook her head, "She hasn't come back either."

Neither of them came back.

It couldn't be a coincidence.

In her frantic mind, she suddenly remembered what Elizabeth and Alice Garcia had said at the Flame Club, about letting Sarah Ford replace her in singing. The person who was originally supposed to replace her was fabricated by Vivian's media, but now they had materialized and had Sarah Ford stand in for all her creations and achievements!

"Miss, are you okay?" Aunt Xia rushed forward to support Jane as she swayed.

Jane hung her head low, her face as white as a ghost.

Her life's work, her passion and pursuit of music, had become someone else's possession.

All of it...someone else's!

A sharp pain pierced her heart.

She clenched her bottom lip tightly and called Elizabeth and Franklin Garcia in turn. She couldn't believe that her parents could be so ruthless.

"The number you dialed is currently unavailable."

But both of their phones were turned off.

Both of them had their phones turned off, it couldn't be just a coincidence.

"Aunt Xia, Aunt Xia..." She grabbed Aunt Xia's arm almost frantically, looking helpless like a child.

Although Aunt Xia didn't know what had happened, she could tell from her devastated appearance that something bad had happened. She looked at the closed door thoughtfully and held onto Jane's trembling body with sympathy. "Miss, take care of yourself first. Go back to your room and rest."

No, she couldn't sleep at all.

She remembered something and shakily sent an email to George Hayes with her phone. It wasn't until after she finished that she realized the time. It was almost one in the morning.

She closed her eyes and slid down the wall.

Just when she was filled with despair, her phone beeped, indicating that she had received an email with a simple line of text, "Hilton Room 1203."