Vanessa seized the opportunity, walking up to Sarah's parents to offer comfort. She generously offered to cover the compensation for Sarah's death and funeral, and even had her driver escort them home.

The crowd praised Vanessa's kindness. "Wow, Vanessa is a good person. She paid the compensation while Meesha just stood there doing nothing."

A former fan of Meesha's spoke up, "I'm switching sides and sticking with Vanessa. Meesha is such a bad person."

The crowd's criticism cut deep, and Meesha's eyes stung with unshed tears.

Meesha stood frozen, unable to utter a word as the crowd's murmurs escalated into a cacophony of irritation.

"I can't believe Meesha would do something like this. She's disgusting."

"What's the point of being beautiful if you don't have good behavior?" another chimed in.

"Her charity work is just a facade to hide her dirty acts."

"Yeah, she's not who we think she is – she's a murderer."

"A murderer like her doesn't deserve to be in the modeling industry. She should be kicked out."

The crowd's demands for Meesha's expulsion grew louder.

Someone sneered, "They won't kick her out. She's a big star. They'll cover up her dirty work."

Vanessa watched with a satisfied smile, her mission to ruin Meesha's image accomplished.

Meesha's eyes darted around the sea of disgusted faces, feeling suffocated. Her life seemed to stand still as she absorbed the abusive comments.

She couldn't deny the accusations. She had given Sarah the medication, but she hadn't known about Sarah's diabetes. Meesha's intentions hadn't been malicious, but she couldn't find the words to defend herself.

Amidst the chaos, Meesha's eyes darted around the crowd of live streamers surrounding her. She knew her reputation was tarnished beyond repair. This scandal would ruin her life, and she'd never be able to prove her innocence.

Just then, Kira appeared, navigating through the crowd to reach Meesha's side. With a gentle touch, Kira guided Meesha out of the throng and into the waiting car.

As they drove away, Kira's gaze fell upon Meesha's distraught face. Her heart ached, seeing Meesha in such a terrible state. All Meesha had done was a favor, and yet she'd been rewarded with chaos, setbacks, national hate, abusive comments, and a loss of over ten million followers in just 24 hours.

Meesha sat silently, tears streaming down her face as she stared out the window. Kira's eyes lowered, her own emotions threatening to surface. Seeing Meesha's helpless situation made her feel wretched inside.

Kira reached out, placing a comforting hand on Meesha's arm. "Don't worry, Meesha. Everything will be fine. Don't think too much about it. You were just doing a favor; it wasn't your fault."

Meesha shook her head, tears falling down her face. "No, it's my fault. I killed Sarah; I gave her the medications... and she died because of me."

Kira's gaze met Meesha's, and she felt an overwhelming urge to cry. But she held back, knowing that if she broke down, Meesha would feel even more hopeless. Instead, Kira offered a gentle, reassuring smile, trying to convey that everything would indeed be alright.

Kira hugged Meesha tightly, patting her head as tears pricked at the corners of her eyes. "It wasn't your fault, don't cry. Everything will be fine." She whispered softly, "There's always light at the end of a tunnel. And after every storm, there's a great sunshine. Let's just wait for your storm to pass."

But as the days went by, the situation only worsened. Netizens took to the courts, demanding that Meesha be sentenced to death. Everywhere she went, people pointed fingers and glared at her with angry faces. She couldn't even walk freely on the streets without being slandered or called a murderer.

An angry mob once tried to attack her, but fortunately, her bodyguards protected her. Netizens were relentless, adhering to the "Kill and be killed" rule, and all they wanted was to see her dead.

Meesha became a prisoner in her own home, unable to venture out without facing ridicule and hostility. Her life had lost all meaning, and she spent most of her days crying.

The pressure from her coworkers in the industry was also overwhelming. They would "accidentally" splash coffee on her, and Meesha couldn't take it anymore. She quit her job, but not without paying an exorbitant quitting fee.

Even if she hadn't quit, no fashion show would have wanted to work with her due to her tarnished reputation. She was seen as a jinx, and any clothing line that advertised with her would face criticism and potentially go out of business.