Chapter 689 When They Cared, They Care
While Hera was trending yet again, Alice seized the opportunity to elevate herself at Hera’s expense.
She didn’t attack Hera directly; instead, she played the role of a concerned friend, pretending to help by offering ’clarifications’ that only made things worse. With feigned innocence and an air of worry, she subtly twisted the narrative, making it seem as though she was defending Hera while actually fueling the controversy.
Watching Alice’s so-called "explanation," Hera narrowed her eyes. It was clear—Alice wasn’t trying to clear her name. She was making sure the netizens kept questioning whether Hera had stolen her role.
Hera snorted as she watched Alice on the screen.
’No wonder she’s the female lead. She never misses a chance to put herself in a favorable light—using me as a foil in the process,’ she thought before exiting the platform and setting her phone aside.
Deciding to ignore the chaos online, she headed downstairs for breakfast. But as she descended from the second floor, she was met with an unexpected sight.
Aside from Leo, the dining table was already occupied by Luke, Zhane, Rafael, and Dave—all of whom were helping set the dishes.
The moment Hera stepped into the dining room, every pair of eyes turned to her. Their smiles widened, their eyes curving into crescent shapes as they welcomed her.
"Sweetheart, I’ve been trying to reach you since dawn, but I couldn’t get through to your phone, so I rushed over to see you. Are you alright?"
Dave was the first to speak, his voice laced with concern. He hurried toward Hera like a worried child, placing his hands gently on her shoulders. His eyes scanned her face intently, searching for any signs of distress—any hint that she was upset or devastated by the cyberbullying.
The moment he woke up and saw the trending topic online, worry gripped him. He immediately tried to contact Hera, but when his calls went unanswered, he didn’t hesitate. Despite his packed schedule and exhausted body, he drove straight to her penthouse.
