Chapter 260
Marcus had played his cards well, using postpartum depression and a mother’s role in the household to stir the crowd’s sympathy.
Abigail got into Warren’s car. The moment she sat down, he said, “I watched the whole trial. My guess is the Prescott family’s next move wil be to steer public opinion. That’s how they operate.”
“They’re going to start twisting the narrative and blaming the victim now?” she asked.
“Pretty much, but we’re not sure which angle they’ll take yet,” Warren reassured her. “But don’t worry. With Sebin Chesterwick, everything will be fine.”
“Looks like our relationship is about to enter the epic phase,” Abigail suddenly quipped,
Warren paused briefly, then burst out laughing. “You’re quite the optimist.”
Tve never had a love this intense before, Abigail teased.
Warren burst out laughing.
“Who knew you had such a witty side?”
“used to be quite the cheerful little girl myself” Abigail replied, a faint smile playing at her lips.
Warren’s smile froze instantly at her words. As the engine roared to life, Warren turned to Abigail and asked gently, “Life in the orphanage was hard, but were you happy?
Abigail ganed out the window, her voice tinged with nostalgia. “Of course, I was happy. I was Ms. Sanders‘ precious little girl. She treated me better than anyone else.
“Back then, I didn’t even know what hardship was. Like, if you’ve never experienced the life of the rich, how would you know what you’re missing? I was just a silly kid going through the days.”
Warren had to admit that she had a point. One would never know what they were missing if they’d never had the best things in life.
Sure enough, just as Warren predicted, the Prescott family wasted no time spinning the narrative online at the first trial, using depression and the pressures mothers face at home as their defense.
The sympathy for Abigail vanished overnight, replaced by a flood of condemnation.
“They’re playing the media, just like we thought,” Waren muttered sarcastically as he scrolled through his phone at the air gun club.
James hold the air gun in one hand, looking completely relaxed. He fired a shot that missed the bullseye and sighed, “Should we just let Sab handle the himself? He got himself into this mess, and he deserves all the anger from Abigail.”
Warren tossed his phone onto the table, frustration creeping into his voice. “The online chatter’s turning nasty. They’re saying Abigail didn’t grow up in the Gibson household, so of course her mother favored the kids she actually raised.
“Now they’re spinning it like she’s out to wipe the whole family just to seize Gibson Group for herself.”
James set down the air gun and turned to him. “Seb’s father is definitely pulling the strings behind this. Even if we want to help her now, we should wait for Seb to get back. We wouldn’t want to mess up his plans.”
Warren leaned back in his chair and scoffed, “These netizens are so gullible. Just get some paid trolls to push their narrative, and they’ll believe
After the call connected, he asked gently, “Abby, wanna grab dinner together tonight?”
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