Chapter 370: It Can’t Be Such a Coincidence?

Chapter 370: Chapter 370: It Can’t Be Such a Coincidence?

Even though many of the things mentioned during the live stream had yet to be officially verified, it didn’t stop the internet’s army of sleuths from piecing together the truth, using everything from micro-expression analysis to tips from outside sources.

And when people realized that what Arabella Donovan said was almost certainly true, the internet absolutely exploded.

Topics such as:

[The Truth Behind the X12 School Bus Incident!]

[Real-Life Fake Heiress Saga: A Battle for the Family Fortune]

[Fake Heiress’s Birth Parents Were Human Traffickers; The Swap Was Intentional, Not Accidental]

[Fake Heiress Plotted to Murder Adoptive Family; Multiple Victims Come Forward]

And a series of similar hashtags quickly shot to the top of the trending charts.

Among them, [#FeelSorryForTheLynches] was firmly entrenched at number one, dominating the list with an almost untouchable lead.

Many uninformed netizens frowned upon seeing it, but couldn’t contain their curiosity and clicked to see what all the fuss was about.

After learning the full story, they immediately switched sides, diving deep into the drama and eagerly looking for updates.

And with their participation, the Cassandra Lynch incident snowballed, quickly attracting the attention of certain interested parties.

Bearing the brunt of the seismic impact was Jarden’s circle of wealthy elites.

"Have you guys heard about that whole thing with the Lynch Family that’s been blowing up?"

"How could I not have? The news is all over Jarden’s high society! Before this, I’d heard that after the Lynch family found their biological daughter, they kicked out the one they’d raised for more than a decade—they even had her officially removed from the family registry. A lot of people were whispering behind their backs, saying the family was too heartless. They said that at the end of the day, she wasn’t their own flesh and blood, so no matter how nicely they talked, they could never truly see her as a real daughter.

"Now that the truth is out, it’s scared the hell out of everyone, and no one dares to badmouth the Lynches anymore. It’s a good thing she wasn’t their biological daughter. Even if she were, I doubt anyone would dare to keep her. If she was bold enough to scheme for the family fortune when she wasn’t even blood-related, can you imagine what she’d do if she were? She’d probably burn the whole family alive. The thought alone is terrifying."

"Tell me about it. I even talked some trash about the Lynches over this. I feel like such an idiot now. If that were my family, I would’ve gotten her out of the house even faster than they did."

"Wait, how can you all be so sure this stuff is true? It could just be baseless rumors. You know what they say, a lie repeated enough times becomes the truth."

"We’re not blind. On the live stream, the second she was questioned, Cassandra Lynch got all evasive and couldn’t give a straight answer. You could tell she was guilty just by looking at her. Besides, haven’t you heard? The young master of the Sherwood family went to apologize to Miss Vaughn. If there was no truth to it, why would Mr. Sherwood go to all that trouble?"

That’s right. The chump she had targeted was none other than Gregory Sherwood, the eldest young master of the Sherwood family, who had previously been engaged to the Lynch’s second daughter. When Cassandra discovered other young women also had feelings for him, she had orchestrated a scheme to frame and infuriate one of them, causing everyone to misunderstand the poor girl and leap to Cassandra’s defense.

As soon as these words were spoken, everyone nearby gathered closer, their curiosity piqued.

"Mr. Sherwood went to apologize to Miss Vaughn? How did Miss Vaughn react? The two of them didn’t..."

"Don’t let your imagination run wild. That Miss Vaughn is the type who always gets her revenge. It may be ancient history, but she’s held onto that grudge tight. When Mr. Sherwood went to apologize, she tore into him right to his face. She mocked him, saying that anyone who could fall for a menace like Cassandra Lynch and stand up for her must be either blind or stupid.

"Then she finished with a sigh, saying everyone runs into a few scumbags in their youth. She said that after what happened back then, her head was on straight, and she’s determined not to be friends with the blind or the foolish."

"Yikes—that harsh?"

"What’s so harsh about it? He’s the one who started messing around, and now we girls aren’t allowed to fight back? Don’t give me that ’it’s all in the past’ crap. You haven’t walked in her shoes, so don’t you dare preach forgiveness. If it were me, I’d hold a grudge for life. Besides, he showed terrible judgment once. Who’s to say he won’t do it again?"

"...Okay, you have a point."

"Speaking of which, Mason, weren’t you and that Cassandra Lynch person pretty close before? Is she really like that? She didn’t try to pull anything on you and Sandy, did she?"

The man they called Mason was Mason Reese, the eldest son of the Reese family. If Arabella Donovan had been there, she would have immediately recognized him as another one of the "fish" in Cassandra Lynch’s "pond"—one of the many men she kept on the back burner.

Hearing the question, Mason’s expression faltered slightly, and he unconsciously tightened his grip on the phone in his palm.

Just then, a call came in. Mason glanced at the caller ID and hastily stood up. "Sorry, I have to take this."

With that, he hurried out of the private room with his phone, leaving the others to exchange puzzled looks.

"Whose call could make Mr. Reese lose his composure like that? It couldn’t be..."

"Watch your mouth, or you’ll get yourself in trouble. In this entire world, who else could Mr. Reese care about that much besides his blind younger sister?"

"Oh, so it was a call from Miss Reese. That makes sense, given what happened to her at such a young age... It’s only natural Mr. Reese worries about her. Such a shame. Miss Reese was so brilliant and kind, so gentle and thoughtful, yet she was blinded by an accident when she was young. Truly, fate can be cruel..."

"Wait, don’t you think this sounds a bit familiar? An accident in their youth, a brother and sister, and a lifelong... disability?"

"Isn’t that exactly what Miss Donovan mentioned on the live stream? How someone orchestrated a plot to harm another family’s sister, then slandered the real savior and stole the credit for herself..."

"I remember Miss Reese’s accident was ten years ago; it caused her permanent blindness. If you do the math, ten years ago, Cassandra Lynch would have been exactly eight and a half..."

After that was said, the room fell silent once more. After a long moment, someone finally murmured in a trembling voice.

"It couldn’t... be that much of a coincidence, could it?"

As it turned out, many things in this world are just that coincidental.

Mason Reese found a quiet corner to answer the phone. The first thing he heard was his sister’s choked inquiry, "Brother, is what they’re saying true? Is Cassandra Lynch really such a horrible person? Then what happened to us back then... and the person who saved us..."

Hearing his sister’s sobs, Mason felt a sharp pang in his heart. "Sandy, don’t panic. I’ll get to the bottom of this right away."

"But what if Cassandra Lynch really is the one responsible for what happened to us? The one who made me like this?"

A dangerous glint flashed in Mason’s eyes. "Then I’ll make her pay."

"And what about our savior?" Sandra Reese’s voice broke again. "If everything they’re saying is true... then that girl we gave such a hard time back then... she was the one who really saved us, wasn’t she? We treated our benefactor like an enemy and our enemy like a benefactor. How could we have been so, so stupid?"

"Nothing is confirmed yet, so don’t scare yourself. Even if it is all true, I can handle it. You just calm down, don’t panic..."

It took Mason a long time to calm his sister down. After hanging up, he hesitated for a moment, then dialed another number.

"Samuel? It’s me."