Chapter 449

Evelyn Roland stood outside the hall, her fingertips gently stroking Theodore's soft fur.

Her phone screen lit up as she dialed the familiar number.

The call connected almost instantly.

"Evelyn!"

Edward's voice brimmed with unconcealed joy.

"Dad, I met a child named Ruby at Sunshine Special School."

Her gaze drifted through the glass window, settling on the little girl quietly drawing in the classroom.

"I want the Roland Group to sponsor her."

The rustling of papers came through the line.

"We're watching the livestream. PR has already drafted a proposal."

Edward's tone was steady and firm.

Sophia's voice chimed in the background: "Tech team has blocked over three hundred malicious accounts."

The headmistress approached with red-rimmed eyes, wringing her hands.

"Miss Roland—"

"Take good care of Ruby."

Evelyn gently cut her off, giving her shoulder a reassuring pat.

The setting sun stretched their shadows long across the ground.

Meanwhile, online outrage continued to escalate.

Countless netizens refreshed the police department's official page, waiting for updates.

At 8:17 PM, the A City Police finally posted.

The two-thousand-word statement detailed the case with chilling clarity.

Among the nine attached photos, the most shocking was the image of Ruby's bruised back.

The comment section exploded.

"Monsters!"

"Chemical castration now!"

"Thank Goddess Evelyn for exposing these demons!"

In the Beverly Hills villa, Scarlett Galatea stared at her phone, nails digging into her palms.

She hurled the device against the wall.

The shattering screen echoed through the empty bedroom.

"Why..."

Her trembling hand reached for the perfume bottle on the vanity.

Just as she was about to throw it, the landline's shrill ring froze her.

The caller ID made her pupils constrict.

"Madame has suffered a heart attack. They're resuscitating her now."

The butler's voice cracked with tears.

The perfume bottle slipped from her fingers, rolling across the carpet.

Scarlett grabbed her car keys and bolted out.

Three ambulances idled outside the ancestral home.

Their sirens pierced the night like screams.