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I knew that public opinion could backfire, but I never expected it to come so swiftly.
The next morning, a video notification popped up—
The title boldly read: "A Tearful Accusation! Why Did the Suffering Old Lady Fall Victim to Her Own Granddaughter?"
I clicked on the video, and my grandmother's wrinkled face instantly filled the screen. Her eyes were red and swollen, her voice hoarse: "Everyone, please judge for yourselves. At my age, I haven't enjoyed a single day of happiness, and now my own granddaughter is doing this to me..."
She sobbed, waving a tear-soaked handkerchief dramatically as she continued her heart-wrenching performance: "She has been a problem child since she was little—disobedient and unfilial. Now she even fabricates these things to harm me..."
The camera shifted to my cousin, who hung his head low, his voice strained as he accused: "Although our family is poor, we have always tried our best to take care of her. But what about her? She turns her back on us and uses AI-generated videos to frame us..."
He lifted his head, tears brimming in his eyes: "Tell me, does someone like this have any conscience?"
The comments section below the video had already exploded—
"Old Lady is so pitiful! What a monstrous granddaughter!"
"Support calling the police! Let this scum pay the price!"
"Old Lady is far too kind; any family with such a granddaughter must have really bad luck!"
I let out a cold laugh, clenching my fists tightly, my nails digging deep into my palms, yet I felt no pain.
Grandma and my cousin certainly wouldn’t give up easily. They orchestrated this elaborate performance, completely turning public opinion in their favor.
And I became the target of their wrath.
The light from my phone screen hurt my eyes.
I stared at the overwhelming comments flooding in, my fingers trembling slightly.
These people didn’t even have the patience to discern the truth before eagerly nailing me to the pillar of shame.
The insults and accusations on the screen weighed down on me, making it hard to breathe.
I took a deep breath, forcing myself to calm down, but my eyes couldn't help but redden.
From the living room came Grandma's triumphant laughter. Sitting on the sofa, she scrolled through her phone, grinning as she said, “See, Jade Girl, this is what happens when you challenge me!”
My cousin chimed in beside her, “Exactly! Doesn’t she know what she is? How dare she think she can compete with us? Truly delusional!”
“Don’t get too cocky just yet,” I stepped out of my room, my voice as cold as ice. “The real show is still to come.”
Seeing me emerge, Grandma’s expression darkened instantly. She gritted her teeth and shouted, “How dare you show your face? You little brat, I’ll tear your mouth apart!”
My cousin also stood up, looking eager for a fight. “What? You still want to stir up trouble? Do you believe I won’t end you?”
Their words coiled around my ears like venomous snakes, but at this moment, I had grown numb.
"Do as you please," I scoffed, "but I advise you to save some strength; what comes next will be your reckoning."
With that, I turned and returned to my room, slamming the door shut behind me.
In the morning, I stepped out of my house carrying a garbage bag.
What greeted me were the indifferent and even disdainful gazes of my neighbors.
I overheard someone whispering, "That's her, right? The ungrateful granddaughter from the video."
"Indeed, she's a disgrace to our community!" another voice sneered loudly, as if to ensure I could hear every word.
I lowered my head and quickened my pace, pretending not to notice.
But just as I tossed the garbage and reached the entrance of the building, a thick spit landed precisely at my feet.
"Ugh! What a piece of trash!" an elderly woman spat, not forgetting to curse, "Ungrateful wretch."
My hands clenched into fists, knuckles turning white, yet I didn’t turn back. I knew this was not the time to explode.
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