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The woman pointed at the plaintiff’s table.
“That girl was Lily Carter.’
“That was my first crime.”
“”
John and Sarah were speechless. Mark was
defend herself.
The woman produced a photo, of me at five.
On the back, Lily’s writing:
“Tomorrow, 10 AM, Sunny Mall back
entrance.”
Grief overwhelmed me; my lips trembled
uncontrollably.
I believed my suffering stemmed from
childhood mischief.
The source was Lily!
After escaping hardship, Lily plotted against
me, self–harming to frame me.
Worst of all, my blood relatives never doubted
her, seeing me as a villain.
They never listened to my explanations.
In their eyes, Lily was a kind, cheerful girl,
their precious darling.
I was a maggot from the gutter.
Even clean and dressed in fine clothes, living
in a mansion, I was still a maggot.
Dirty, savage, vicious.
But did they consider that I was in the gutter
because of their precious darling?
David dropped another bombshell.
The men who attacked me were brought in.
The leader confessed; Lily paid $10,000 to
“teach me a lesson.‘
“”
Online, the reaction was explosive. “No way, it’s a complete reversal?”
“The devil wasn’t Rachel, but Lily!”
“I was so wrong! I believed her, sympathized
with her, wished Rachel ill.”
“She’s manipulative and cruel. Working with
human traffickers, then hiring thugs.
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“I’m creeped out. I can’t trust beautiful
women anymore.”
“Her acting was superb; she fooled her
family.”
“I found it odd. Rachel was their biological
daughter. Why would she hurt the adopted
one?”
“The Carters are blind, harboring a devil,
persecuting their daughter.”
“Rachel is so pitiful. Abducted as a child, suffering greatly, reunited with her family,
only to be sued.’
“”
“She was also cyberbullied.”
“I was part of that. I’m ashamed!”
