Chapter 232
Chapter 232:
“I have decided,” Carman said, taking a deep breath and briefly closing his eyes. “Perhaps I lack genuine talent in music, and that’s okay. I’ll consider it a dream that’s ended. Now, it’s time to wake up, face the truth, and defend my family.”
“Carman, you’re finally coming around!” Delilah cried, tears of relief streaming down her face as she embraced him.
Carman flushed with the intimacy but didn’t retreat. Instead, he returned her embrace firmly. “Thank you, Delilah. Without you, I would still be lost. From here on out, I’ll never let you face hardship alone.”
“Alright.”
Delilah’s lips curled into a slight smirk. So easy to manipulate!
The men of the Edwards family were profoundly naive. Just a few heartfelt words and a bit of vulnerability were enough to draw them out of their misery and into her corner as defenders.
“Carman, if music isn’t your passion anymore, perhaps you should consider acting,” Delilah suggested out of the blue. “With your striking appearance, you’d be a natural for lead roles. And despite the current backlash online, controversy does tend to draw the spotlight. If we play this right, you could rise to stardom.”
“You’re absolutely right! I’m not going to be brought down by this,” Carman declared resolutely.
Suddenly, the door to the hospital room was violently thrust open with a forceful kick.
“So, you want to try acting, Carman? Well, first you’ll need to clear your debts by selling yourself to the company!” Yvonne stormed in, flanked by two imposing bodyguards. Her icy gaze was locked on Carman, who lay in the hospital bed.
Despite the closeness Yvonne and Carman had once shared, it was evident that in the world of money and power, personal relationships were secondary to strategic alliances and rivalries.
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The repercussions of Carman’s controversial fan event continued to escalate. Prescott tried to manage the online comments, but the chatter showed no signs of abating.
The public’s attention remained fixed on Carman. He had been adored as an internet sensation, but now he was the target of widespread derision.
“Carman is a total sham! After getting caught plagiarizing, he staged a fainting episode to dodge the backlash. Now, he’s cowering in a hospital.”
“I paid a visit to the hospital, hoping to confront him, yet he never ventured from his room. I didn’t even get to throw an egg at him!”
“I’m a nurse at Auburn Hospital, and believe me, there’s nothing wrong with Carman. He sprawls in his bed, indulging in fine cuisine as if he’s at a five-star hotel. Claiming he’s ‘traumatized’ and in need of rest? Utter nonsense.”
“Carman, you’ve let me down completely. I’m done being your fan for good.”
A torrent of vitriol swamped Carman’s social media. His foremost post, heralding his new song, attracted over 200,000 seething comments, each more venomous than the last.
Subsequently, his track vanished from streaming services, leaving behind a trail of broken links.
Conversely, Janice’s piano recital was climbing the charts in acclaim.
“Who is this breathtaking pianist? Even with her face blurred, she radiates like a goddess. I can only dream of how gorgeous she must be in person!”
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