Chapter 9
The doctor had no choice but to rush Tommy into emergency surgery.
Five hours later, they wheeled him out of the OR.
The surgeon’s expression said it all-he looked defeated.
Ava assumed that meant Tommy was dead, so she literally bounced out of her chair.
“YES! Is the little freak finally gone?!”
The doctor stared at her in complete shock-he’d never encountered such a monster of a mother.
“Your son survived, but there’s extensive brain damage. He’ll need round-the-clock care for life.”
Ava’s face crumpled with disappointment, and she shot the doctor this look like he’d personally ruined her day by saving her kid’s life.
Here’s what nobody saw coming:
By the next morning, Tom’s TikTok had blown up to 100K followers overnight.
Every single video of Ava abusing them had gone mega-viral.
The story dominated social media for three straight days.
Each video was getting tens of thousands of comments, and people were absolutely savage.
These sick fucks need to die! They’re fucking animals!”
“Where the hell are the cops? This is straight-up attempted murder!”
“Fuck! If law enforcement won’t act, we will. Time to hunt these psychos down!”
“I know where that Theodore asshole works! Men like him should be castrated!”
I closed the app and sank into my couch with a satisfied smile.
Two days later, the internet mob had tracked down Theodore’s office.
A crowd of angry people cornered him and beat him senseless.
His boss actually fired him live on social media.
Middle-aged guys getting fired are already screwed in the job market.
Add in being internet-famous for child abuse? Good luck with that.
Theodore immediately fled back to his hometown.
Meanwhile, the apartment across from me had gone completely silent.
A few days later, I was heading to work in my usual face mask when I spotted Ava sneaking down the stairs.
She was rocking a huge sun hat and black mask, moving like she was dodging assassins.
Something made me want to follow her.
She beelined straight for a plastic surgery clinic.
Perfect that happened to be where I worked.
I pulled up the consultation room camera on my phone.
“I need major surgery. I want to look like a completely different person.”
These days, Ava couldn’t step outside without getting mobbed.
Restaurant customers had thrown hot soup at her, grocery shoppers pelted her with rotten produce.
People had doxxed her address and were mailing her dead rats and actual human shits.
She was having a complete mental breakdown.
“Ma’am, this is a really big decision. Maybe you should take some time to-”
The consultant’s phone interrupted her.
“Miss Harper?”
“Give her whatever she wants.”
“OK.”
That was me calling-I was dying to see what Ava would pull next.
The consultant drew up Ava’s dream makeover and hit her with the price tag.
“Two hundred and eighty THOUSAND?!”
Ava’s voice shot up so high she sounded like a screeching rooster.
“Ms. Whitman, if you just wanted some basic work done, we could do it for around ten grand.”
“No, no, I need a completely new face…”
The consultant stayed quiet.
Ava gripped the desk like her life depended on it. “Do you take payment plans? Can I get financing?”
The consultant gave her an apologetic head shake.
That’s when inspiration struck.
I called in sick, raced home, and snatched up one of those sketchy loan shark business cards from the sidewalk.
