Chapter 271 Justice Prevails

Another half hour had passed before the tenancy agreement was finally delivered. Caleb took a photo of the tenancy agreement and posted it online, accompanied by a caption that read: Regarding the response to the fire incident, this is my response. Originally, I had no intention of engaging in online disputes with others. However, a certain singer crossed the line. Yesterday, he even dared to tell the media that he was the one who rented the apartment, blatantly distorting the truth. That led to a huge number of netizens misunderstanding and cyberbullying me, causing me to be widely misunderstood and my reputation to plummet drastically. I've always believed that justice prevails, that the heavens would never let any cunning evildoer off the hook. Those who spin a web of lies will eventually face their punishment. Before fate decides, I've chosen to make my own response and clarify the facts. First off, I was the one who rented the apartment. The landlord and the surrounding neighbors all know me and can vouch for me. Telling such a lie wouldn't benefit me in any way. Besides, the tenancy agreement is clearly written in black and white, making it easy to tell what's true and what's not. Furthermore, his visit to my home wasn't for the sake of experiencing life, but rather to accompany his mother, who had run away from home. On the main street, as soon as Deborah saw me, she immediately latched onto me, pouring out her woes in a flood of tears. Despite my repeated attempts to dissuade her, she carried on, sobbing uncontrollably. Her display was so convincing that it misled passersby into thinking I was the cause of her distress, pressuring me to take her back home. Left with no other choice, I had to bring her back home. Who would have known that after she arrived, she would complain about the small size of my apartment? After that, she started nitpicking and pointing out flaws everywhere she looked. Later on, she finally settled down. I thought I could finally have a moment of peace, but not long after, I discovered that the living room was flooded. The reason was that she had accidentally clogged the toilet, causing a large amount of water to be unable to flow into the drain, all of it accumulating in the bathroom. After fixing the bathroom, she wanted to dine at a five-star hotel. I told her I was broke and offered her a bowl of instant noodles instead. She was highly disdainful of such junk food, stating that going to a five-star hotel wouldn't cost much more. She claimed that ordering ten dishes would be more than enough. I immediately rejected her, but her children barged in through the door, accusing me of mistreating her right off the bat. After a bit of bickering, they left. I had some matters to attend to, so I locked the door and left. However, when I returned, I found that they had all come back again! I asked them how they managed to get in, but they complained that I didn't leave the door open for them when I left. They were only able to enter thanks to a certain singer who conveniently took the key when they left earlier. Afterward, Mrs. Quixall caused trouble for the second time by clogging the toilet. After I had finished the repairs, Ms. Quixall commented that the work I had done was too dirty, making her feel sick. In a fit of anger, I picked up the toilet plunger and chased after her. After the incident, she sought revenge on me. While I was away using the bathroom, she used the spare key to unlock my bedroom door. She opened the window and threw my cat out, killing it. I then went downstairs to bury the cat, and upon my return, I noticed a pungent smell wafting from the house even before I opened the door. Once I stepped inside, I discovered that Ms. Quixall was still asleep, even though the pan was still on the stove. I asked her why she was cooking, and she told me it was an attempt to seek my forgiveness. That was her first time ever trying her hand in the kitchen. At that time, the fire was growing fiercer. By chance, a certain singer and his mother returned home and immediately pointed fingers at me. They accused me of starting the fire, claiming that I did it out of spite for Ms. Quixall, intentionally setting her ablaze... That's how the events unfolded. Dear fellow netizens, I leave it to your discernment. If I've uttered a single lie, then may I be cursed to never connect to WIFI for the rest of my life.