CHAPTER 290: CHAPTER 290: THE VEGETATIVE PATIENT’S FINGER MOVED

At exactly 9 o’clock, Vera Hansen officially started the charity sale.

Vivian’s Floral Studio had many items, besides various flowers, there were small items like sachets, vases, and accessories.

All these were brought out for the charity sale.

The funds raised would be transferred to the charity fund.

This was Vera Hansen’s promise to everyone.

The onlookers who came by, seeing she was indeed conducting a charity sale, didn’t have much to say, and some even purchased items they liked.

Even if they didn’t want to buy flowers, the accessories were nice too.

Vera Hansen had people bring many accessories and sachets overnight for precisely this purpose.

There had been a preview yesterday, plus there were many media present, and with Connor Goldsmith’s guidance, Vera Hansen’s charity sale quickly became well known.

Because it was for charity, no one would speak ill of her.

After all, there’s a saying—"Judge by deeds, not by intentions."

As long as some people in need truly receive help, it’s a good thing.

This was also Connor Goldsmith’s marketing strategy.

Connor Goldsmith also led everyone to review Vera Hansen’s countdown to death incident.

He released how after starting the countdown, Vera began publicly sharing her itinerary, attending shows, and charity banquets to show compassion.

Simultaneously hinting that Serena Sterling only cared about making money, only cared about winning, and had never considered giving back to society.

At Ford Entertainment, Jasper Ford saw these tweets and was exasperated.

"Serena only cares about making money and doesn’t give back to society?"

Jasper Ford rolled his eyes.

"Not to mention, at the charity banquet, who was it that donated the Tanzanite if not Serena?"

"Serena was the one who donated the Tanzanite, yet praise goes to Vera Hansen? What kind of logic is that?"

Chloe, beside him, nodded angrily.

Chloe pointed out the key issue: "At that charity banquet, Vera Hansen claimed she was being charitable, but it was Julian Lawson’s money she spent."

"Not only that," Quinn said while working, "wasn’t Serena and Julian Lawson still in their cooling-off period back then? It was their joint marital assets."

Quinn was preparing a counterattack and had found some records of the charitable work done by Serena personally and together with Julian Lawson over the years.

After all, for a corporation like The Lawson Corporation, the amount spent on charity each year is considerable.

With everything sorted, Quinn looked across the long table at Jasper Ford and said, "Mr. Ford, should we release it now?"

Jasper Ford thought for a moment, shook his head, and said, "Serena said to just send it to her."

"Okay." Quinn nodded.

...

Hawthorne Manor.

Although they had stayed up till the faint light of dawn, Serena still sat in front of her computer in the study at exactly 9 o’clock.

"It’s my fault," Silas Hawthorne said, "kept bothering you all night."

Hearing his words, Serena remembered the earlier events, her face flushed slightly, and she pushed him away.

Even though they were already intimate, she still felt shy.

Silas Hawthorne smiled, watching her focus on her work, and didn’t disturb her.

He simply went to the tea room nearby to brew her some tea.

The water bubbled as it boiled, and Serena checked the news from Cygnus.

The agency there kept using Ethan Lynch’s break-in as an excuse to continually raise prices.

She frowned slightly.

Actually, they had already agreed to a price increase a while back, but the other party seemed to feel it wasn’t enough and continued to make other demands.

Serena knew that if they agreed too easily, the other party would raise the price again.

They weren’t fools; of course they knew the agency was using the break-in to jack up the prices, but she was prepared.

Serena thought for a while, typed a message, and sent it over.

Since they wanted to exploit, she wasn’t an easy target!

...

Meanwhile, in a dark alley.

A man came to a stall at the entrance of the street, bought some buns and a bottle of soy milk.

"8 bucks," the vendor lady said enthusiastically.

The man scanned the QR code to pay, then stood by the road, eating while watching the news about Vera Hansen’s charity sale on TV.

Looking at Vera Hansen’s "pale but resilient" face, he gently stroked the bracelet on his wrist and smiled eerily.

...

In the hospital, inside a patient room.

Someone had been lying here all along.

He was a vegetable due to a car accident, and had been lying here for a long time.

All the turbulent events outside had nothing to do with him.

"Beep, beep..."

The heart rate monitor beeped softly.

Beside the bed, the man’s wife quietly wiped her tears.

"When will you wake up? If you keep this up, what will happen to me and the child..."

"You damn scoundrel, if you don’t wake up soon, I might have to remarry with the child!"

At that moment, no one noticed that the man’s finger twitched.

...

Time passed slowly.

Vera Hansen’s charity sale continued smoothly.

Because many people were paying attention to this charity sale, she kept having Jude Chaucer and his team bring over new items.

Moreover, she said that anyone else interested in helping through charity was welcome to join.

"Everyone can bring items they wish to sell over."

"The proceeds can be donated fully or partially; any donation is welcome."

Vera Hansen wiped the sweat from her forehead, looked at the camera, and said, "If my online presence can be used to help those in need, it is my honor."

Her smile in front of the camera seemed exceptionally radiant, and some onlookers were moved by her smile.

Immediately, people started bringing their items over.

Of course, the first ones were people Vera Hansen had already prepared, serving as a guide and facilitating the process.

Seeing this, others followed suit.

Thus, the scale expanded.

As the scale expanded, their influence grew rapidly.

In this way, more people would see her charity sale, creating a cycle.

As the charity sale continued, public opinion online about Vera Hansen slowly improved.

"I don’t know what exactly happened between her and Serena; that’s their issue. But this charity sale is genuinely helping those in need!"

"Yeah, even though I don’t like Vera Hansen, seeing the needs, I still make purchases. It’s for a good cause, after all."

"I’ve already bought something! Supporting Vera Hansen!"

...

Vera Hansen was busy setting up the stall while secretly messaging Connor Goldsmith.

"Did our items get mixed in with the rest?" Vera Hansen whispered.

"They’re already mixed in," Connor Goldsmith said, his voice tinged with hesitation, "but isn’t this a bit inappropriate?"

Vera Hansen whispered, "It’s fine; just be careful. We’re donating, just making a small profit."

After hanging up, she turned to observe the bustling crowd with an even brighter smile, not noticing that her assistant was following her.