Mr Grant, Please Be Gentle

The video ends abruptly here, and it’s clear what’s right and what’s wrong.

The next video is ready, and the state of mind of the journalists watching it has been turned upside down.

If they were skeptical when they watched the first video, the scales were now tipped in favor of Blanca Roach.

The video begins.

They saw Jenny’s contorted face, saw her defy the driver to let him drive into Blanca Roach.

The crowd sucks in a breath of cold air!

This crazy woman! She’s playing with people’s lives!This belongs to NôvelDrama.Org - ©.

Immediately after they saw the close call, Matthew Grant caught up with Jenny by speeding all the way to the car and preempted her as she tried to hit someone.

Boom!

The sound of the vehicle crashing seemed to penetrate the reporters’ eardrums, and the video ended here, but the reporters could not calm down for a long time.

No one spoke, and after a short silence, a reporter suddenly stood up angrily to Winifred and said.

“May I ask what Miss Winifred has to say about this video, Miss Winifred does not feel guilty and embarrassed for her actions?”

Winifred, who never saw the end coming, shook her head blankly.

“No, it’s fake …”

“Anyone can see that this is the real complete video!

“Isn’t Miss Winifred going to apologize to the slandered Miss Blanca Roach?”

“Miss Winifred didn’t just bully Ms. Blanca Roach, but even caused such a big storm across the internet with her fake comments, causing Blanca Roach to receive numerous personal attacks, may I ask if you’ve always been like this?”

“Are all the awards you have received in the past, and those images of treating others with gentleness and kindness, true? Or did you get and portray them by whatever means?”

“Miss Winifred …”

“Miss Winifred, please …”

Winifred panic while shaking her head, while grabbing the sleeve of Blanca Roach beside her

“Blanca Roach you have to tell them the videos are fake! Those are fakes! I didn’t do that!”

Blanca Roach let out a soft laugh and looked at her absurdly.

“You want me to say it’s all fake?” She looked at her like she was a fool.

“Then what’s real? The video clip from who knows who is real?”

Winifred actually nodded straight up, grabbed her by the throat and shouted.

“That’s real! Blanca Roach, you have no conscience!”

Blanca Roach indifferently brushed her hand away and stood up.

“I don’t know how you got to where you are today, but I do know that you are now a crazy person with a twisted and irrational outlook.”

“And something like conscience has only been abandoned by you long ago.”

Blanca Roach finally leaned down and whispered in her ear.

“Look at yourself now, like a mad dog poked through with pain. It’s as ugly as you want it to be.”

Blanca Roach stood up.

The flashbulbs kept going again.

And this time the questions coming at her became milder than ever.

“Will Miss Blanca Roach ask Winifred to apologize to you?”

“May I ask how does Miss Blanca Roach feel when she is innocently scolded?”

“May I ask Miss Blanca Roach what you would ask to be done with Winifred?”

“Please ask …”

Blanca Roach did not answer.

She silently scanned the whole venue one by one, those reporters who were just like enemies with fire in their eyes, those flashes that just kept clicking at her and were more blinding than lasers, those cameras that just kept coming closer and closer to her like a monster’s mouth with black holes.

In a short time, they have changed again.

It was as if the aggressive persecution had never happened.

It became so fast, so absolute, without the slightest transition of taking for granted.