“Katelyn, you disgusting person, you’ve caused so many deaths. Why are you still alive? You should face misfortune at every turn. You’re a threat, and your presence harms everyone around you!”

The insults followed one after another, coming at a fast pace.

With a cold expression, Katelyn responded flatly, “Who is this? Who gave you my number?”

“Just someone who can’t stand your disgusting face. Just wait, you’ll get what you deserve and—”

Without letting the caller finish, Katelyn ended the call abruptly.

She then reopened her social media account.

The trending topics and news headlines were still about her.

Her personal details, including her phone number, had now been leaked online.

With a stern look, Katelyn, no stranger to cyberbullying, remained unaffected by such attacks.

She configured her phone to block calls from unknown numbers automatically and silenced all private messages to stop any more disturbances.

“I’ll arrange for some people to help you sue. That should silence these online harassers,” Vincent said firmly.

He was determined to show that the Internet was not a lawless place and that there would be consequences for such actions.

“Let them talk. Their words can’t touch me anymore,” Katelyn said, her tone unusually calm compared to Vincent’s.

Her indifference made her fearless.

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Vincent nodded and quickly headed over to Katelyn’s house.

The window on the third floor was still open, the same one from which Zoey had fallen.

Standing below it, Katelyn gazed up at the third floor.

From her previous analysis, she had determined that someone had been positioned downstairs to capture the moment Zoey fell.

But where had the photographer concealed themselves? Katelyn scanned the area thoughtfully and soon her eyes settled on a large, isolated bush, ideal for concealment. The landscape surrounding her home was carefully tended to with great attention.

This particular bush was spacious enough to hide three adults if they stooped.

Considering the angle captured in the photo circulating online, it was undoubtedly the prime spot for hiding.

Katelyn moved quickly towards the bush, her eyes scanning the area with focus. Without warning, something small and shiny caught her eye.

Bending down, Katelyn retrieved it, revealing a voice recorder, much to her astonishment.

Vincent, catching up to her, eyed the recorder with confusion.

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