Curious onlookers flooded in at once. My comment section exploded with hundreds of thousands of messages. Most were chaotic, but about 60% were insults aimed at me.
Dylan knocked on the door and walked in with breakfast. His phone screen was still lit in his pocket. I guessed he'd already seen what was happening online.
He said, "Eat first. You need energy to fight."
I bit into a sandwich and kept tagging Randall nonstop.
I tweeted: Quit playing dead! Are you too guilty to face people?
He still stayed silent. So I held nothing back.
I posted the screenshots Adara had sent me. I even uploaded her voice messages as audio clips. I also added the proof Dylan had found—records of Randall taking Adara to prenatal appointments, buying her luxury items, and paying for apartments for her.
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