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This live stream had become the talk of the town, but the buzz around it pated in comparison to the wildfire of opinione Mazing across the internet.

The viewere tagged blogger who post this thing first, urging him to confirm whether the attacked children were from his nephew’s kindergarten

The blogger didn’t respond right away. About half an hour after the incident, he sauntered onto the scene

with a tweet.

Stop the presses, my brother and sister–in–law just saw the video online. They’re already picking out thank you gifts and planning a visit. This is some next–level sorcery?

Less than a minute later, he posted another tweet

“Winnie, you’re awesome Starting today, I’m your fan.”

Everyone knew that “the mystic actress he often mentioned was Winnie, but his frank shoutout and tagging her by name sent a shockwave of “1–told–you–so‘ through the internet.

The viewers shared their comments.

“I’m not surprised by this turn of events at all.”

Please, can we just call her a goddess?”

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While netizens were merrily spamming the chat, Winnie was oblivious to the online storm and therefore hadn’t seen the trust fund kid’s tags.

The airport attack had drawn serious attention from the authorities, and the assailant was up hended immediately

Winnie, having predicted the children’s peril, had already given a statement to the officers at the family estate

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Despite online chatter about a resurgence of mysticism, the police weren’t about to take internet gossip as gospel. They still had to rule out any connection between Winnie and the knife–wielding maniac.

After the officer left, Winnie was bombarded by visitors. Some were grateful parents who had heeded the advice of Bacchus and kept their children home from the trip, like the ones related to the tweeting trust–fund family.

Those families were well–to–do, and although they had canceled their kids‘ trip more to humor Bacchus than from any belief in his predictions, they were profoundly relieved after seeing the live– streamed ordeal.

Others were parents who had just reunited with their children, saved by the foresight of the Bryant family, who had sent bodyguards. Some of these parents, whether skeptics or simply not on good terms with the Bryants, had dismissed Bacchus‘ warnings as old man’s ramblings.

Their materialist views didn’t allow for fortune–telling, and they had sent their children on the trip anyway, only to be proven wrong by the day’s events.

Embarrassed and thankful, they came to express their gratitude to the Bryant family. Bacchus, however,

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had Winnie receive them all to ensure they knew who truly deserved their thanks, and perhaps to show

her off a little.

Winnie was drained after entertaining visitor after visitor for most of the day.

Meanwhile, Nadine watched from a secluded garden corner. She had heard about the online frenzy and knew why the visitors kept coming. She might have been headstrong, but she wasn’t a fool.

Abdul had explained the airport incident to her, but she had secretly searched the internet herself. Seeing the deranged man and her terrified, tumbling peers left her shocked.

If she had disobeyed and gone to the airport, she might have ended up hurt just like Winnie had warned.

Despite her reluctance to admit it, Winnie had saved her. Nadine felt conflicted, because Winnie wasn’t quite like how Amber had described her.

By the time Winnie finally caught up with the online messages, the internet had picked apart the attacker endlessly.

Although the official police statement hadn’t been released, the public was already debating the nature of the attack, with most condemning the perpetrator.

The discussions ranged from critiques of society to misguided empathy for the attacker.

Some comments twisted enough to shock the community.

“Who would be driven to such extremes if not by society itself? These rich kids hog all the good resources. They’re asking for it.”

“People should share their wealth with the less fortunate instead of exploiting us workers. I’d feel the

same hatred.”

“The kids are not innocent, and they’ve had all the advantages. What’s a little scare?”

“Nobody was hurt, right? Can’t we just let him go? Life’s hard for everyone.”

The internet was ablaze with arguments, some defending the twisted viewpoints, others outraged at the lack of compassion for the victims.

Winnie frowned at these comments, her eyes growing cold as she replayed the video. Then, she hit the

share button and added her own words.

Since the third episode of ‘Ghostly Guidance, Winnie’s follower count had exploded. She was now a social media sensation, with millions hanging on her every word.

Among the regular folks, Winnie was the first to draw such a massive following just by streaming her reality TV shenanigans.

Most of her audience had her on special alert.

When Winnie logged on, she was immediately swamped by her fans. They hadn’t even gotten over the shock that Winnie had finally remembered to update with a new tweet.

Winnie texted, “Taking pleasure in harming the defenseless doesn’t always stem from psychological stress, and sometimes, it’s simply a born predilection for cruelty. The perpetrator carried the weight of many sins and was already shrouded in resentment and dark aura.”