Chapter 4

I had just woken up when my roommate, Dorothy Clarke, sent me a video.

I clicked on it, and all the sleepiness disappeared instantly.

Someone uploaded a video of me confronting the supermarket yesterday.

The account name was the supermarket's own.

But the video wasn't complete. My face had been blurred, and the footage mainly focused on me arguing my case.

It had been edited, leaving out the backstory.

The video made it look like I was bullying them, while Susan came off as the victim.

Even worse, the supermarket had labeled the prices of the ice cream in the freezer.

No matter how people looked at it, I didn't seem like I was standing up for my rights. I looked more like I was picking a fight.

The person who made the video was clearly an expert. The title was: [Do Older People Just Deserve to Be Bullied?]

A group of outraged netizens flooded the comments, attacking me.

Comment 1: [Who raised this lady? Your supermarket's too kind. The blur is unnecessary. Just show her face!]

Comment 2: [Someone checks if she's a student nearby. We should tag the nearby universities. We can't let one bad apple ruin a whole generation. This kind of person should publicly apologize!]

Comment 3: [She's a setback to society, but I sincerely hope people won't overdo it with the online bullying. If we do, we'll be no different from her.]

As the shares went viral, the comments kept coming in, and one comment was pinned to the top.

The person made up a story.

They said I had bought ice cream without checking the price, then got upset and blamed Susan for everything. I made my mistake but made someone else pay for it.

Their version of events sounded so convincing, like they were eyewitnesses. They corrected the one error, the price was clearly marked.

In the video, I had no argument at all.

The nearby universities were all tagged, and it seemed like there was an invisible hand stirring the pot behind the scenes.

I gritted my teeth and immediately received a call.

It was Paul Butler, the agent who handles my family's business affairs.

The year was ending, and rent collection was coming up.

"Miss, are the rents for those stores the same as last year?"

I answered flatly. "Everything's the same, except for the supermarket. They don't need to rent anymore."

Sometimes, people really couldn't afford to be too kind.

Free Point