Chapter 190 Repercussions Of Truth 

After the police finished taking Sidonie’s statement, they left the room. 

Trent stepped into the ward, and the instant Sidonie saw him, she struggled upright on the bed. “Trent, I never imagined something like this would happen to me! That kidnapper was utterly deranged. If the police hadn’t arrived in time, I might never have seen you again!” 

Trent looked at the woman in his arms with complicated eyes. “How’s your body holding up?” 

“The doctor says they’re only surface wounds,” Sidonie answered. “But even so, I’m pressing charges. I want that kidnapper in prison, paying the price–there’s no way I’ll let him off!” 

The tone in which she spoke dripped with vicious resentment. 

Trent felt the woman before him had suddenly become a stranger. “You certainly can sue, but… the kidnapper is likely your late colleague’s son. All he wants is the truth about his father. After all, you really did leave his father to die back then, didn’t you?” 

Quinn had mentioned this in her earlier call to the police, and Trent had overheard every word. 

“What?” Sidonie’s eyes widened. “How do you know the kidnapper is my colleague’s son? And what do you mean I left his father to die? I don’t know what you’re talking about!” 

Trent dampened his dry lips. “You don’t know yet, do you? The whole incident was livestreamed after you were taken. The viewers–and everyone in the studio–saw you admit, right in front of the kidnapper, that you abandoned his father.” 

Sidonie froze in place. 

After a long moment, she asked in a dazed voice, “Livestream? You’re saying… while I was kidnapped, it was being streamed live?” 

“Yes,” Trent said quietly. 

“Impossible. I–I never saw any streaming equipment, I…” The instant she recalled everything she had said during the abduction, Sidonie’s face drained of color. “My phone–give me my phone! I want to see that footage!” 

Trent produced the phone Sidonie had dropped at the scene. 

Sidonie snatched the device, powered it on, and began searching immediately. 

The kidnapper’s livestream channel had already been shut down, but the incident had rocketed straight onto the trending list. 

Countless viewers had clipped the broadcast and uploaded those video snippets across the internet. 

Finding them took Sidonie no effort at all. 

As she watched herself being beaten, begging, and ultimately confessing that she had left someone to die, Sidonie’s complexion turned deathly pale. 

She had assumed only she and the kidnapper had heard those words–no one else. Once the police rescued her, she could simply deny everything. 

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Now, however, everyone knew she had once stood by and watched a man perish. 

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Sidonie frantically scrolled through the threads, reading the avalanche of comments–each one an insult 

or a sneer. 

Netizen H: So much for your ‘Firefighting Hero‘-pathetic! 

Netizen I: She’s practically a murderer! 

Netizen J: How did Nimbus Air ever hire trash like her as a co–pilot? If they don’t fire her, I’ll never fly Nimbus Air again! 

Netizen K: If not for the kidnapping, we’d never have known how fake she is. Good on the kidnapper! 

Netizen L: Somebody should’ve let her feel the flames herself! 

Reading those comments, Sidonie’s hands began to tremble uncontrollably. 

In the past, everyone had done nothing but flatter and praise her, and she had grown accustomed to being placed on a pedestal. 

And yet now–after only a few brief, dizzying hours–everything around her seemed to have turned inside 

out. 

She had plummeted from the heights of heaven straight into the fiery pits of hell. 

Moments ago the world had praised her as a fearless Firefighting Hero; now those same voices were clamoring for her downfall, calling her a contemptible coward who had watched others perish without lifting a hand. 

<No–this is not how my life is supposed to be!> 

Sidonie hurled the phone away as though it were burning her. Panting and frantic, she begged, “Delete them–delete every single one of those videos. Trent, please, you have to help me! Help me!” 

Trent’s expression tightened with unease. “The story is too hot right now,” he said, voice low. “Pushing those clips off the feeds will be almost impossible. Give it some time–when the buzz dies down, people will stop talking.” 

“Yes, time… just give it a little time!” Sidonie echoed, almost chanting the words as though they were a charm against disaster. 

If she could simply outwait this wave of outrage, she would once again be the celebrated female co–pilot everyone adored–and life would go back to being more than comfortable. 

“Sidonie, try to rest, all right? Don’t overthink. I need to stop by the police station and give my statement,” Trent said gently. 

He had only turned toward the door when Sidonie grabbed his wrist. “Trent, the things I said in those videos–they’re not true!” 

“What?” Trent froze, startled. 

“I mean… the part about me letting people die–that’s not real. I only said it to appease them!” She spoke in a rush. “Trent, you believe me, don’t you?”