Overnight, everyone's target shifted—from me to Mrs. Lawrence.

She'd obviously seen the video too. She panicked.

Voice messages flooded the group chat, her pitch climbing with each one.

"It wasn't me! That wasn't me!" "It's fake! That Lin guy set me up!" "Don't believe him! He's just a petty villain!"

I ignored her dying struggle.

Instead, I sent another recording.

Everything she and her son had said the day the power company came—how they'd cursed me out at my own door.

"Bottom of society." "Trash." "Mud." Those filthy, unbearable words echoed through the group chat.

And Josh's line—"Once I get into Harvard, I won't ever have to be neighbors with this kind of trash again"—set the whole crowd ablaze.

"Oh my god, the 'future Harvard genius' really said that?" "That level of character... getting into Harvard? Don't embarrass Harvard." "Too scary. He always looks so refined. Who knew he was this kind of person."

"Mrs. Lawrence's parenting is really something else."

Public opinion reversed completely.

However much they'd sympathized with her before—that was how much they despised her now.

She got slammed in the group chat until she had nothing left to say.

Eventually Mr. Lambert from property management stepped in to smooth things over and forcibly shut it down.

I figured after this public execution, she'd at least quiet down for a few days.

I was wrong.

I'd underestimated her shamelessness. And I'd overestimated how much public opinion could restrain her.

The next morning, I was getting ready to head out for work.

The moment I opened my door, Mrs. Lawrence and Josh were standing there—along with a few burly men I didn't recognize, blocking my way.

Her eyes were bloodshot. Like a mother wolf about to tear someone apart.

"Lin, you ruined my reputation. This isn't over today!"

Josh stood behind her, his gaze venomous.

"You made it so I can't show my face in this building anymore. Don't think you'll have it easy either!"

One of the burly men stepped forward and jabbed a finger at my nose.

"Kid, I'm telling you—apologize to my sister and my nephew, then pay ten thousand dollars for emotional distress." He cracked his knuckles. "Otherwise, don't even think about walking out of here today."

I looked at the scene in front of me.

My heartbeat steadied.

The dagger was finally showing itself.

From throwing trash—to blocking my door and extorting me outright.

I didn't waste words. I stepped back, closed the door, and locked it from inside.

Then I dialed 911.

"Hello, I'd like to report a crime. Someone is at my door right now, illegally restricting my freedom and attempting to extort me. The address is..."

Outside, Mrs. Lawrence's voice rang out.

"Calling the cops? Go ahead!" She laughed. "You know who my cousin is? I've got people backing me! Let's see who dares get involved!" Her voice turned sharp. "If you don't hand over ten thousand dollars today, just wait to get beaten!"

I leaned against the door and listened.

She thought having a cousin with connections meant she could do whatever she wanted.

Too bad she didn't know—in this world, there are still laws.

Her shouting grew more vile by the minute.

"You coward! If you've got the guts, come out!" "You think hiding inside means you'll be fine? I'm staying right here and wearing you down!"

Josh fanned the flames beside her.

"Mom, stop wasting words on him—just kick the door open!" "When Uncle gets here, we'll see how he dies!"

I pulled out my phone and saved the recording.

Then I opened my work laptop and started handling emails.

Since I couldn't go out, I'd work from home.

The one who should be anxious wasn't me.

About half an hour later, hurried footsteps echoed down the hallway.

The cops showed up.

"Cops! Who called the police?" The moment Mrs. Lawrence spotted them, she slapped on a wounded, victimized expression.

"Officer, thank God you're here! You have to help us! That person in there spread rumors about my son and me online—made our lives a living hell! We just came to talk it out, and he goes and calls the police!"

The lead officer was a square-jawed, middle-aged man with a no-nonsense face.

He took one look at the burly men blocking my doorway and his eyes narrowed. "Talk it out? You brought a whole crew to 'talk it out'? This is harassment."

One of the thugs stepped forward. "Officer, that's not fair. We're just here to mediate a family dispute."

"Right, right. Family dispute," Mrs. Lawrence chimed in, nodding frantically.

The officer wasn't buying it. "Open the door. Let the homeowner out."

Hearing his voice, I finally unlocked the door.

I looked at the crowd and said evenly, "Officer, they blocked my door, wouldn't let me leave for work, and demanded $100,000 in compensation."

Mrs. Lawrence fired back instantly. "Lies! When did I ever ask for money? We're just here to reason with you! What proof do you have?"

I raised my phone and hit play.

"...Hurry up and apologize to my sister and my nephew, then pay $100,000 for emotional damages!"

"...If you don't cough up $100,000 today, you're getting your ass beat!"

The recording rang out crystal clear in the hallway.

Mrs. Lawrence and the thugs went through about five different shades of pale.

The lead officer's face hardened. "Anything else to say? Take them all in."

Mrs. Lawrence panicked. "My cousin is Leon Chavez! You can't arrest me!"

The officer let out a cold laugh. "Leon Chavez? He just got reassigned to janitorial duty. You need him for something?"

Mrs. Lawrence went slack-jawed.

Two officers hauled her up, but she kept thrashing and screaming.

Josh was terrified. He tried to bolt, but another officer pinned him with one hand.

"Officer, this has nothing to do with me—my mom made me come!"

I watched the whole circus without feeling a thing.

But then Josh suddenly snapped. He whipped toward me, howling like a rabid animal.

"This is YOUR fault! All of it, you piece of shit!"

The officers had him pinned, but he writhed like a worm, face twisted with rage, spit flying with every word.

"You RUINED me! I'm about to take my college entrance exams—getting dragged to a police station goes on my RECORD!"

His eyes were bloodshot, blazing with hatred.

"My dream of getting into a top university! You destroyed it! I curse you! I curse your whole family to die screaming! Even as a ghost, I won't let you go!"