Chapter 4

"I'm actually crying! This is what a real saint looks like!"

"He's willing to give all his money to a stranger and just eat scraps for his meals."

"Take a look at your father, Cameron Locke! Doesn't your conscience ache at all?"

The livestream server was nearly overwhelmed by the number of people who were flooding into Kieran's livestream.

I turned off the livestream. Everything was proceeding as expected.

Just then, my doorbell rang.

A uniformed deliveryman offered an envelope to me when I opened the door, asking for my signature.

Feeling confused, I signed for the document and closed the door. When I opened the thick document, I found a court summons inside.

Plaintiff: Scott Locke.

Defendant: Cameron Locke.

Dad was filing a lawsuit against me for emotional abuse. On top of that, not only was he asking me to make a public apology, but he also planned to file a restraining order against me, preventing me from stepping within 330 feet of him.

I nearly burst out laughing as I looked at the court summons.

Dad was always like this. He would always find a way to seize the moral and legal high ground and paint himself as a victim from start to finish.

My doorbell rang again.

It was Kieran this time. He looked even more anxious than me. There were dark circles under his eyes. The livestream was still going on on the screen of his phone, showing the countless comments that were criticizing me.

"Your father is filing a lawsuit against you now. He also plans to file for a restraining order," he said hoarsely, not bothering to beat around the bush. "Things are spiraling out of your control, Cameron. Everyone believes that your father is only using the law to protect himself because you cornered him into a dead end."

I didn't say a single word. Instead, I poured a glass of water for Kieran.

Kieran didn't accept the glass of water.

"Do you want me to continue filming him?" he demanded, staring at me. "Are you truly able to face the consequences?"

I nodded, lifting the glass of water and taking a sip. "Keep following him and filming him," I said calmly.

Kieran seemed to be infuriated by how unbothered I was. But in the end, he could only let out a frustrated sigh before turning around and leaving.

…

The next three days were filled with a deathly silence.

I didn't receive any news from Kieran, but I guessed that he was still following Dad and filming him.

However, it was obvious that Dad wouldn't reveal his true colors in such a short span of time.

Meanwhile, things were getting more and more chaotic online.

The hearing date for the restraining order filing had been set. My lawyer informed me that things were looking rather grim. Almost all the evidence pointed toward me being a paranoid man who emotionally abused his own father for an extended period of time.

Kieran finally called me on the fourth night. His voice was colored with exhaustion and defeat when he spoke.

"I've followed him for four days. Other than collecting trash, volunteering in the community, and feeding stray cats, he just sits in the park by himself and cries while looking at your photo. His image is flawless. He's basically a saint among mortals."

He paused before continuing in a hushed voice, "My boss asked me to stop. He said that if I continued filming him, the netizens are going to crash the entire platform. He thinks that this is a malicious case of a son falsely accusing his father, and he doesn't want us to become accomplices."

"I understand," I said calmly.

"Cameron!" Kieran exclaimed, seeming unable to understand how I could be so calm. "What the hell are you waiting for? If you keep this up, your reputation will really be destroyed!"

I said one last thing before I hung up. "Take a closer look at the video of the recycling center. You might discover something new."

…

Kieran called me again the next day. His voice was colored with terror when he said, "I've made a huge discovery, Cameron. We have to meet right now."