The Fletcher family villa.
Due to the recent string of controversies, Lynn Fletcher had temporarily postponed her remaining work and returned home to wait for the public outcry to die down.
In the living room, Mr. and Mrs. Fletcher sat bolt upright, while their eldest son, Nathan Fletcher, stood in the center of the room holding a tablet.
The moment Lynn Fletcher stepped into the villa, all eyes landed on her.
Lynn's heart tightened. "Mom? Dad? Brother? What's wrong?" she asked nervously.
Nathan wore a grave expression. He heaved a long sigh and said solemnly, "Little Lynn."
Confused, Lynn glanced at her parents on the sofa before her gaze returned to Nathan. "Brother..."
"You've been wronged." Nathan stepped forward and pulled Lynn into his arms, patting her back gently with his large, comforting hand.
