Chapter 388

The report button was slammed with force.

The comment section overflowed with vile obscenities.

"Tsk tsk, what a body. Too bad it's wasted on those people..."

"Stop pretending to be innocent. She clearly wanted it!"

Sophia Laurent's follower count plummeted.

Her anti-fans swarmed like sharks scenting blood, tearing into her across every platform.

"This kind of disgraceful celebrity should be banned!"

"Take all her songs off streaming platforms!"

Her loyal fans fought back fiercely. The online battlefield burned with chaos.

By the restaurant's floor-to-ceiling windows, Gabrielle Winston swirled her wine glass.

The phone screen reflected her twisted smile.

"See, Isabella? Just as I said... that bastard in Sophia's belly—"

Isabella Evans sliced her steak with elegant precision, a smirk playing on her lips.

"How pitiful..."

She lowered her gaze to hide the glee in her eyes.

Gabrielle suddenly raised her voice. "She brought this on herself!"

Before she could finish, a shadow loomed over the table.

Ethan Winston stood there, his expression stormy.

"Brother! Look at this video—"

Gabrielle eagerly thrust her phone forward.

Ethan didn't take it.

"Why wasn't I told about her pregnancy?"

His voice was glacial.

Gabrielle dramatically covered her mouth.

"Oh please, that filthy woman isn't fit to carry a Winston heir!"

SLAP!

A sharp crack echoed through the restaurant.

Gabrielle clutched her cheek, eyes wide with disbelief.

"You hit me? For that slut?"

Ethan's fists clenched.

"Say one more word about her and I'll—"

Gabrielle burst into hysterical laughter.

She tapped open the video.

"See how dirty your precious Sophia really is!"

The footage showed Sophia stumbling unsteadily.

Ethan's pupils constricted.

Fragments of memory flashed—the gala... supporting her... blurred figures...

By the fifth replay, Ethan shattered his wine glass against the table.

"Animals!"

His hands trembled as he opened the comment section.