But they didn’t stop. Some even started a live stream, pointing the camera at me and asking loudly:
“Mrs. Atwood, you’re not answering. Do you feel too ashamed?”
Many cameras kept taking pictures of me while I lay there helpless. Just as I was about to give up, two loud voices came from behind.
“Get out! Move! Who gave you the right to film her, you monsters!”
Nicholas shouted and rushed over. He took off his suit and wrapped it around me.
Damon, who should have been at school, stood in front of me with his small arms spread wide.
“Bad people, you bad people! I won’t let you hurt my mother!”
Then Nicholas and Damon pushed away the reporters, held me tightly and walked me out of the building.
As soon as we reached the hotel entrance, many security guards came over. Abigail followed them, looking worried.
“Lily, I’m sorry. It’s my fault for not managing everything well. Someone changed the video.”
“I was busy calling the guards just now, so I came late. Are you alright? How could they do something like that to you … ”
She tried to check my wounds, but I screamed the moment she touched me.
Nicholas was afraid I might hurt Abigail, so he quickly told the medical team to give me a sedative.