Ganging up on an elderly woman and a young lady was too much.

Just then, a red-haired woman with pink lips strutted into the ward in high heels. She looked down her nose at everyone and demanded, "Do you have any evidence that she's a homewrecker?"

At first glance, the question seemed to support Raegan. But when Raegan looked up at the owner of the voice, her heart sank. It was Tessa.

The next moment, Tessa latched onto Raegan's arm as if they were old friends and asked with apparent concern, “Raegan, are you okay? Your face is a mess. These people are terrible."

The fat woman glared at Tessa and seethed.

"You know this bitch?"

“Yes, we're acquainted. What's your business here? If you have evidence, let's see it."

Tessa's air of righteousness convinced the crowd she was here to back up Raegan.

But then, with a smile as sly as a fox, she leaned in and whispered to Raegan, “Hold tight, Raegan. I've got a nice little surprise for you, courtesy of Lauren."

Raegan eyed Tessa warily. At the same time, her heart felt like it plummeted to her stomach.

"So it's you! You're the mastermind behind all of this, aren't you?"

As if she had not heard what Raegan said, Tessa casually replied, “Raegan may have stolen other people's boyfriends in the past, but she's different now. So, unless you have evidence, stop spewing nonsense."

As soon as these words left Tessa's mouth, the crowd's demeanor changed.

It turned out that Raegan had done such an act before and did not deserve any sympathy.

At this moment, the fat woman appeared to regain her confidence. She grabbed Raegan's phone, hurled it to the ground, and stomped on it for good measure.

“Don't you want to see the evidence? I'll make sure you have no room for doubts!"

With that, she rummaged through her bag and flung a stack of photos at Raegan.

The photos fluttered to the ground like snowflakes.

As they fell, their sharp edges sliced Raegan's cheek.

The onlookers caught sight of the pictures as well. They were distasteful and obscene.