The overall situation is paramount（2）

Jane couldn't hold back her emotions any longer and shouted at Elizabeth at the top of her voice, "You're my mother! You sent me to learn opera, all kinds of instruments, and dancing since I was young. You supported everything I liked to learn unconditionally. You always said I would become a great singer when I grew up, and I did it. But you didn't even praise me once, and now you want to give away all the music I worked hard to create. Why do you have the right to do that?"

Elizabeth didn't expect her to suddenly explode in anger. A stiff expression flashed across her well-maintained face, but soon she looked at the devastated Jane with a cold expression and uttered a sentence, "I hope you think of the bigger picture."

Then she went back to her room and closed the door.

In the other suite, Alice Garcia heard Jane's tearful questioning and the corners of her mouth curled up happily. Jane, you should be finished now.

Jane was really breaking down. She cried like a child who had lost her candy, and helplessly knocked on Elizabeth's door. But Elizabeth ignored her completely, and soon hotel security came in and dragged her out of the hotel.

"Where did this crazy person come from? What a jinx." She was pushed and fell to the side of the road by the security guard. She sat up, crying and struggling, thinking about what she should do.

Every minute and every second, things were fermenting. She couldn't just sit and wait for death. She took out her phone and registered a new account on Twitter. After successful registration, she tweeted, "I am Jane, I swear to God, all the songs are created by me. Starlight Media and Sarah Ford are thieves."

However, with just a newly registered account and no followers, who would hear her voice?

But she held onto a glimmer of hope and waited and waited with her phone, only to receive many private messages:

"You slut, get lost."

"How can you be so shameless? Why don't you just die?"

"Actually, you're very beautiful. Since you can't sing, consider selling yourself. I can find you high-quality clients."

Looking at these vicious words, her heart shattered.

She wanted to fight back, but suddenly found that her account was disabled. No matter how she tried to log in, it wouldn't work. When she logged out and tried to log in again, it said "account not found."

She was banned and became voiceless.

It seemed like all the paths were blocked.

She looked up at the gloomy sky where the starlight was dim, except for the faintly twinkling Morning Star, and suddenly thought of someone. She wanted to try her luck and see him.

She took out her phone and dialed his number. After the last ring, he answered. She spoke hoarsely, "John, help me."

"I'm at John's estate," he said and hung up.

In the dark bedroom, he looked at the notifications on his phone about her, hearing the name Sarah Ford for the first time.

Half an hour later, she arrived but was stopped at the gate of John's estate. Since their divorce, Mrs. Land had made it clear that Jane was not allowed to enter the estate.

He dressed up and went out to see her.

She stood under the streetlight, wearing black, thin and frail. When she saw him, she rushed to him as if he were the last straw she could cling to. "John, help me," she said, as she always did.

"What do you want me to do?" he asked coldly.

She told him about the dirty deeds of Starlight Media, stumbling over her words in anger several times. When she finished, he lit a cigarette and asked calmly, "So, do you regret betraying me?"