Rising from the Ashes The Heiress They Tried to Erase Novel

Chapter 134: "Right on! What falsehood did Dr. Cullen spread? Are you Rosanna herself? Why accept her word blindly? Think critically!"

"Can Rosanna's followers stop flooding every post? You think only Rosanna has fans? Newsflash: Dr. Cullen has admirers across the globe, and I stand with her!"

"Absurd! A medical professional with groupies? She's clearly chasing fame - gross!"

"Vicki passed away long before Rosanna's return. If she left a bracelet, it belonged to the Morgan child of that era - Maia. If Maia claims it, so be it!" "Hold on - Vicki left it to her real granddaughter. Is Maia her blood kin? Taking advantage of the dead, who can't defend themselves, is despicable! Maia is just a scammer who should know her limits!"

The Facebook skirmish exploded into an all-out verbal battlefield. Amid the frenzy, clear-headed opinions were scarce. Most had been swept away by Rosanna's propaganda, joining the mob against Maia.

In her room, Maia set down her device and stretched, yawning. "I'll tackle it tomorrow," she mused.

She burrowed beneath her quilt, ignoring the chaos outside, and soon fell into a peaceful sleep.

Meanwhile, Chris lounged in his leather chair, bathed in the silver beams filtering through the tall windows behind him. A cigarette smoldered between his fingers, the ash glowing faintly.

He rang Maxwell.

"Got a favor to ask," he said casually, a sly grin tugging at his lips, his features mesmerizing under the moonlight. "Nothing big - just standing up for my woman."

The next day, sunlight slipped through the curtains and danced across Maia's sleeping face. Her eyelids fluttered open.

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Remembering her duty to prepare nourishing meals for Kathie, she got up at once. After freshening up, she glanced at her phone again. The heated discussions involving her still dominated the trends from the night before.

Rosanna's supporters had hurled non-stop abuse while she slept.

Powering off the device, Maia left for Marvelous Garden to gather ingredients, then made her way to the Primary Healthcare Center.

As she neared the ward, she noticed Ethan sitting silently on a hallway bench, dabbing at his eyes.

"Ethan," Maia called gently, concern etched on her features. "What's wrong? Who upset you?"

At the sound of her voice, Ethan quickly wiped his face and stood, avoiding her gaze. "Nothing. Just dust," he muttered.

Maia gently lifted his chin, revealing puffy, bloodshot eyes and pale lips, devoid of any color.

Alarmed, she frowned. "Ethan, I haven't seen you around when I came by with Kathie's food these past few days. Where have you been?"

Ethan bit his lower lip, remaining silent.

"You still see me as your sister, right?" Maia pressed, her voice steady. "Am I still your family?"

His expression crumbled, fear flashing in his eyes. "Of course you are," he blurted.

"Then why hide things from me? We're the only family we've got. Don't shut me out."

Ethan's fists clenched tightly, his lips quivering. "It's not… it's not what you think, Maia."

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