Chapter 151

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Despite the pain she was inflicting, Marisol wailed theatrically, “Linsey, I beg you! Let my son off!”
Marisol’s desperate plea was the cue for the reporters to emerge from their hiding places, swarming Linsey and cutting off her escape route. Linsey, her arm throbbing, wrenched her hand free from Marisol’s grasp.
Marisol crumpled to the ground with a dramatic flourish, eliciting gasps from the onlookers. Their eyes turned on Linsey, filled with condemnation.
As if on cue, Joanna materialized at Marisol’s side, fussing over her with theatrical concern.
“Linsey!” Joanna shrieked, pointing a trembling finger at her. “How could you be so heartless? You put Felix behind bars, and now you’re attacking his mother?”
Joanna’s performance was a masterpiece of manipulation, painting Linsey as the heartless aggressor.
Marisol turned to the reporters, her voice dripping with feigned outrage. “Look at this heartless woman!” she shrieked. “She dumped her boyfriend to marry another man, humiliating him in front of everyone! And then she had him thrown in jail! And now, after we came here to beg for her forgiveness, she shoved his poor mother to the ground! How cruel can she be?”
The reporters, who were clearly in cahoots with Marisol and Joanna, instantly swarmed Linsey, their cameras flashing.
The barrage of camera flashes blinded Linsey, making it impossible for her to see, let alone escape the mob of reporters.
The reporters bombarded her with questions, their voices echoing in the small space.
“Is it true you abandoned your boyfriend?”
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“Did you really send your ex-boyfriend to prison?”
“How could you be so heartless?”
“Answer the question!”
The reporters pushed closer, forcing Linsey to step back.
“Stop taking pictures!” Linsey shouted, her voice trembling with rage.
In the chaos, someone deliberately stuck their foot out, tripping Linsey. She stumbled, losing her balance. The reporters in front of her parted like the Red Sea, as if they had planned the whole thing.
Linsey gasped, bracing herself for the fall.
Suddenly, a strong arm wrapped around her waist, preventing her from falling.
Linsey’s heart pounded as she was pulled into a warm, comforting embrace.
“Don’t worry,” a deep voice murmured in her ear. “You’re safe now.”
Linsey’s eyes fluttered open, her vision swimming as she slowly regained her bearings.
The sight of the man mere inches away sent her mind reeling in confusion. In a voice barely above a whisper, she asked, “Why are you here?”
Collin’s response was a gentle smile that tugged at the corners of his mouth, his eyes locked on hers with a calm, reassuring intensity. He extended a hand, helping Linsey find her balance as she realized she had been unwittingly resting in his lap.
A wave of embarrassment washed over her, heating her cheeks to a rosy flush.
Hastily, she stepped away, creating a buffer of space between them.
The onlookers seemed to have paused in time, their expressions frozen as they processed Collin’s silent entrance.
Despite his confinement to a wheelchair, Collin exuded an undeniable presence that commanded respect, his aura of authority silencing the murmurs in an instant.
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