She turned on her phone and checked her social media accounts. Her eyes welled up with tears as she discovered her inbox was filled with hate messages and comments from strangers.

All the posts and headlines were about her killing Sarah and demanding justice for her.

Meesha clicked on a live video and watched it. A mob of angry protesters filled the screen, seemingly rummaging the streets and looking for her. 

"We're on the lookout for Meesha. If Meesha doesn't die, it would only give more opportunities to elites like her to take advantage of poor people – like what happened with Natasha last year. We won't rest till the court decides to kill Meesha."

As Meesha watched the video, tears fell down her face. She wiped them off, but more followed. She scrolled on to the next video.

Another video played, showing a woman with a menacing glare:

"Attention! Attention! No vendors or restaurants should sell food or food supplies to Meesha. Share this video to everyone you know and let the news go around. If she doesn't want to surrender, she must starve to death."

Meesha felt a pang hit straight at her heart. Her eyes stung as tears fell down her face.

No wonder every restaurant and vendors refused to sell anything to her earlier, and Kira had to bring her food supplies.

Do they hate her that much?

The woman in the live stream looked into the camera, as if looking directly into Meesha's eyes, her voice dripping with malice. 

"Meesha, if you're watching this video right now, this is a warning to you. You better stay locked up in your house or else you'll die if you come out!"

"Do you think you can get away with this just because you're rich? Or because you're famous? You're a bad person, and I'm going to keep criticizing you until you decide to commit suicide. I'll make sure you die, Meesha. Just die! Die along with Sarah! Die!"

Meesha shivered, her body trembling uncontrollably. Her body shook till the phone slipped off her hand. 

The woman curses continued to spew from the screen. "You should die! You don't deserve to be alive. If you try to eat, you'll choke and die! Even if you drink water, you'll choke and cross over to the other side! I'll make sure you run mad and become mentally unstable! I'll make your life a living hell! I'll make sure I ruin you till you have nothing left…"

The words seared into her mind, fueling her anxiety. She felt exposed, vulnerable, and traumatized.

"You should die! You don't deserve to be alive!"

Meesha covered her ears, her hands trembling. Her heart tightened and she felt a sudden suffocation enveloping her.

Suddenly, the door burst open and Meesha's heart skipped a beat. She hugged her knees tighter, fear consuming her. 

"Please, don't hurt me," she begged, tears streaming down her face. "I didn't kill her on purpose, I didn't know she was diabetic."

Kira turned on the lights, and knelt next to Meesha, concern etched on her face. "Meesha, look at me. It's me; Kira."

But Meesha kept on crying, "Please… don't hurt me… please…"

Kira looked at Meesha, sadness creeping into her heart. She held Meesha's wet face in her hands. 

"Meesha, it's me, Kira. I won't hurt you, okay? And I won't let anyone hurt you."

Kira hugged Meesha, trying to calm her shaking body. She heard the curses spewing out of the phone, her expression turning furious. She reached out to pick up the phone and turn it off.

Kira's face was filled with worry, her voice gentle. "Meesha, I've told you not to turn on your phone. There's nothing good to see there."

Meesha voice trembled with tears. "Everyone hates me… they all want me to die. I should just end my life."

"Don't listen to them, Meesha. They don't know what really happened," Kira heaved a sigh then spoke softly. "Tough times never last, only tough people do. I know you're tough and you'll get thought this. If you ever think about committing suicide, you should consider the people who still loves you and believes you."

"Me, Calvin, Director Gu, Ava, and Daniel. Daniel loves you so much, how do you think he'll feel if you commit suicide? If you want to commit suicide, think about the people close to you, we'll be the one who is hurt the most."

Meesha's eyes welled up in tears, but she didn't say anything.

"I'll go cook something for you to eat." 

Saying that, Kira stood up, picked up the grocery bags and walked into the kitchen. 

After twenty minutes, she returned to the living room with a bowl of salad in her hand. 

She saw Meesha still sitting on the floor, her eyes red and her face wet with tears. 

Kira walked over and placed the food tray on the table in front of her, her face filled with worry. "Meesha, you should eat this. You haven't eaten for days," she said, scooping some of the food, bringing it to her mouth.

"No, I'm not hungry," Meesha weakly declined, pushing the spoon back.

"Please, just eat at least two spoons. If you don't eat, you'll fall sick again. You know how much trouble we went through the last time you fell sick,"Kira spoke, her heart aching as she remembered the tragic scene.

Meesha fell very ill, and every hospital, health centers, and clinics refused to provide healthcare.

Daniel had to write a petition to the government. Only then did a hospital let her in.

At that moment, the door ragged with knocks.

Kira stood up to get it but Meesha quickly held her hand, her eyes widening with horror. "No, don't open the door. They're here to kill me. Don't open it."

Seeing Meesha's traumatized, Kira replied with a heavy heart. "Okay."