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Any mother reading those words would be moved to tears.

Sylvia had done absolutely nothing wrong from the very beginning. She was the most tragic victim in all of this.

Yet she still stepped forward, entirely driven by her guilt over failing to protect her daughter.

The internet fell into a stunned silence. Naturally, Sienna's hardcore fans were still spewing vile insults, but they were quickly drowned out by rational users firing back.

Sylvia broke into a violent fit of coughing, spitting up a mouthful of blood before looking at the young caregiver beside her. "Could you do me a favor? Check if they're still cursing at Winona."

She didn't understand the internet, and she barely knew how to operate a smartphone.

The young caregiver, deeply empathetic to her tragic life, spoke softly. "No, everyone is cursing at that bastard now."

Sylvia let out a long breath of relief, a faint trace of color finally returning to her pale cheeks. "That's good... that's good."

Did she manage to help Winona?

She had felt useless her entire life, but at the very end, she had finally offered what little strength she had.

She started coughing again, doubling over violently as if she were trying to hack up her own lungs.

The narrative online was now a chaotic warzone.

Winona stared at the two posts Sylvia had uploaded in heavy silence. She hadn't expected the woman to go to such lengths while literally on her deathbed.

When Winona had visited her two days ago, it was obvious Sylvia was deeply traumatized by anything related to Jeffrey. Yet, she still stood up to the world.

Like a fragile snail cautiously extending its antennae, even though it had been crushed time and time again.

A heavy knot formed in Winona's throat. She was parked outside the psychiatric hospital. To officially commit Jeffrey, she was missing one final piece of documentation: proof that she was his family member.

Her legal residency had been severed from Jeffrey's long ago, so she had to rely on a DNA test.

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