Chapter 4 The Bastard Who Touched His Daughter’s Thigh
The audience was on the verge of panic.
Some even called the production team directly, urging them to get in touch with Isabelle.
The director cursed under his breath–why was there always drama around Isabelle?
But the assistant director had a different take.
“Director, look–our viewership just spiked like crazy overnight. That’s Isabelle’s pull.”
“She’s the most talked–about one right now.”
Fine.
The director immediately called Lennon. “Are you there yet? Did you see what’s happening in the livestream chat?”
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Lennon had just parked and hadn’t had a second to look at the stream. “What happened?” he asked while getting out of the
car.
“Someone went into Isabelle’s room. We can’t see who it is. Get over there, now!”
“Nothing can happen to her!”
Meanwhile, the production team scrambled to calm viewers online, telling them that Isabelle’s agent had been contacted and was on his way.
But people were already threatening to call the police.
“I got it!” Lennon realized how serious this was. He hung up and rushed toward the convenience store.
At that moment, the shadow had already reached Isabelle’s bed. Out of the camera’s view, the shadow’s hand slid onto her thigh.
Isabelle had already woken up when she sensed someone unfamiliar nearby. She kept her eyes closed, pretending to sleep- wanting to see what this person intended to do.
Just as that hand was about to touch her leg, she snapped her eyes open.
“What are you doing?”
With a swift motion, Isabelle grabbed the man’s wrist. He let out a sharp cry of pain.
That cry sent a jolt through every viewer watching the livestream.
“Holy crap–was that a man’s voice?!”
“Definitely not Tiana’s little brother. That voice sounded way older.”
“Who the hell is it? What was he doing?!”
“Isabelle doesn’t even sound scared–she’s threatening him? Damn, she’s tough.”
The comments exploded.
Even in the dark, Isabelle could make out the man’s face.
“You?” Her voice was cold, shocked.
The man whose wrist she’d twisted and nearly broken was furious and humiliated.
“Isabelle, what the hell? Let go of me!”
He actually sounded indignant, like she was in the wrong.
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Viewers couldn’t believe what they were hearing.
“Who is this guy? Sounds like he knows Isabelle.”
“Well, he’s in the Frye house. No way he’s some stranger.”
Everyone wanted to know.
“I’ve got a theory. What if that’s Tiana’s adoptive father? Why else would he sneak into Isabelle’s room?”
“No way. Why would her adoptive dad go in there?”
“Wasn’t he also Isabelle’s biological father? Maybe he just wanted to check on her.”
“You call that checking on her? Did you hear that scream? He was definitely doing something shady!”
“Or maybe Isabelle’s overreacting again. You know how she is.”
The debate in the chat raged on.
Isabelle turned on the light. Roy’s twisted, pained face was now fully exposed.
“Let go already! I’m your father!” he growled.
He reeked of alcohol, eyes bulging, wrist limp and useless from the pain.
He hadn’t expected Isabelle to be awake–let alone catch him red–handed.
“You? My father?” Isabelle’s voice was laced with contempt. “You really don’t know what you just tried to do?”
Even if Roy really was the original Isabelle’s biological father, he was still a disgusting piece of trash.
He knew she was his daughter–and he still crept into her room at night to feel her up.
“I–what do you mean? I was just checking if you had a blanket. I was going to cover you!”
He’d been a little nervous at first, but the alcohol gave him false courage. Now he was full of bluster.
“You ungrateful brat! Is this how you treat your father? Look at my wrist!”
He couldn’t even lift it anymore.
She’d used way more force than she had on Lennon earlier.
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“What kind of father goes into his grown daughter’s room at night to tuck her in? And don’t give me that crap about a blanket -your hand was going for my thigh.”
“Cut the stream!” Lennon was calling the director while climbing the stairs.
Libby and Aaron followed close behind.
The livestream abruptly shut off, sending the chat into another frenzy.
“Did I just hear that right? Isabelle said he touched her thigh?!”
“I’m on Isabelle’s side this time. That man’s clearly no good.”
“This is horrifying. Sneaking into her room while she’s asleep? What if Tiana’s been molested before, too?”
“Don’t drag Tiana into this! For all we know, she’s the one seducing older men!”
Others started defending Roy.
“Maybe it’s a misunderstanding. Didn’t he say he was just tucking her in?”
“I think Isabelle’s overreacting. Wouldn’t put it past her to falsely accuse someone.”
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Some viewers had enough.
“Seriously? Who would lie about something like that just to frame their dad?!”
But the stream was off now. No one could see what happened next.
They didn’t see Libby rush to Roy the moment she entered.
“Oh no, honey, what happened?!”
Roy scowled. “Ask that brat what she did!”
Lennon pulled Isabelle behind him. “Are you okay?”
She was still confused why he of all people had come.
“I’m fine,” she said.
“I’m taking you out of here. You’re not staying in a place like this.”
He glanced around the attic. The conditions were worse than the
Someone like Isabelle, used to luxury, had no business living here.
“Okay.”
company dorms.
She wasn’t sure why Lennon was helping her–especially after she’d pissed him off earlier.
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“Isabelle, what are you doing?” Libby asked, having just finished coddling her husband. She turned quickly toward her daughter.
“I’m leaving. I’m not staying here with a damn pervert.”
Roy shot to his feet, ready to hit someone. “What the hell did you just say?! I’m your father! You dare talk to me like that? You’ll get what’s coming to you!”
“Karma’s coming for you first–for being a sick bastard who tried to grope his daughter in her sleep!”
Isabelle didn’t hold back.
Lennon’s expression darkened. He hadn’t expected Roy to be this kind of man.
Libby finally heard what Isabelle said. Her face crumpled.
“Oh Isabelle, how could you talk to your father like that? This has to be a misunderstanding.”
“There’s no way he’d do something like that.”
Roy grinned smugly when he saw his wife defending him.
“Exactly! It was a misunderstanding. I was just drunk and wanted to check on her and Aaron–make sure they had blankets.”
“I didn’t even touch her! She broke my damn wrist!”
That brat had freakish strength. For a second, he’d thought she was going to shatter his bones.
Libby turned to Isabelle. “Sweetie, maybe your dad didn’t think it through, but his heart was in the right place.”
“What you’re saying… that’s way too hurtful.”
“Just look at his wrist. How’s he supposed to work tomorrow?”
“Say sorry to your dad and let’s move on, okay?”
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