Chapter 799

Chapter 799:

A purple fluorescent message caught his eye.

It read, “No matter how well you perform, you can’t change the fact that your father is a junkie.”

This comment was clearly meant to be inflammatory. It did its job, and soon the chat erupted into chaos.

Some lashed out at the inflammatory comment, while others agreed with it.

Fernanda turned to Neal, and sure enough, he seemed tense.

His forehead grew sweaty, and the veins on his hand popped out.

The word “junkie” appeared more frequently, and Sloane asked Fernanda if they should have Neal end the stream.

They all knew Neal’s father was his greatest weakness.

Fernanda said nothing as she watched Neal.

The dark circles under his eyes from lack of sleep seemed to grow even more prominent by the second.

He clenched his teeth, and Fernanda could hear the grinding of his teeth. After what seemed like an eternity, he opened his eyes and suddenly smiled.

Neal was handsome, his vibrant confidence evident—just as any young man’s should be. His smile, however, was dismissive.

“You’re right, I do have a junkie father. So what? He’s the one taking drugs, not me. What does that have to do with me? Since you’re watching my stream, focus on me. Yes, he’s my father, but that doesn’t make me the same as him. My family might be broken, but I’m still living well. You must be jealous of that. You feel so inferior to me that you have to insult me with my family’s tragedy. Say whatever you want, it doesn’t bother me. Here’s a fun fact for you: The hate messages you send me actually earn me five dollars. So, by all means, keep them coming.”

After saying this, Neal took a big gulp of water and started another game.

The viewers began to cheer wildly.

Fernanda laughed happily at his response.

𝘾𝙝𝙖𝙧𝙖𝙘𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙩𝙧𝙖𝙘𝙚 @ gⱥ𝗅𝗇𝗈ν𝖊𝗅𝘀⧿ⅽ𝗼𝗺

It seemed Neal had overcome his past.

The ghost of his past no longer haunted him. He had turned his shame into armor. Now, he was a free man.

Neal’s marathon streaming session wrapped up at midnight, setting a new record for viewership.

The audience was eager to see how he would handle the aftermath of a recent scandal, and they were impressed by his steady demeanor.

After the stream, Neal took to Twitter. “Want to talk to me about my father? Light up the neon superchat. Posting in regular comments? You’re basically whispering into the void.”

In response, fans flooded the comments, encouraging more frequent mentions since every mention earned Neal five dollars. The irony was that his junkie father, who had never supported Neal financially, was now helping him make money this way.

The atmosphere in the comment section was overwhelmingly positive.

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