During my days in the hospital, the Sterlings bombarded me with messages nonstop. Mom demanded gratitude. Noah threatened me. Annie served up her usual passive-aggressive nonsense.
At the same time, a burner i********: account started spreading rumors that I'd seduced Dr. Foster for money. They'd posted security footage—heavily edited, of course—cutting out context to make it look like I'd thrown myself at an old man and then manipulated him into breaking my own brother's arm.
The online mob came for me fast. Ethan visited me at the hospital and asked, "Need help? I can have that account shut down."
I gave a faint smile. "No need. I traced the IP—it's from the Sterling estate. The rest of them wouldn't smear me like this, no matter how much they hate me. We're still blood. It had to be
