Worst Fear 180

Worst Fear 180 Summary

In Chapter 180 of “Worst Fear,” the story unfolds with Mason and Zoe in the backseat of a car, returning home late at night. Zoe is visibly furious over the online backlash against Lydia, who has been unjustly labeled a killer. As she scrolls through the comments, her anger intensifies, and she passionately defends Lydia, vowing not to let her name be tarnished. Mason, exhausted and concerned, tries to calm her down, acknowledging Zoe’s loyalty to Lydia and expressing gratitude for her support. This moment reveals the depth of their feelings for Lydia and the emotional turmoil they are all experiencing.

As the conversation deepens, Zoe admits her love for Lydia, emphasizing that she is not alone in her fight for her friend. This revelation brings a sense of relief to Mason, who realizes that Zoe shares his commitment to Lydia. However, the mood shifts when Zoe reflects on her past actions and the guilt she carries for a man’s death, suggesting that if she had spoken up sooner, things might have been different. Her tears and vulnerability expose the heavy burden she feels, leading to a poignant moment where Mason attempts to comfort her, insisting that the past cannot be changed and encouraging her to focus on the present.

Meanwhile, the narrative shifts to Mason’s encounter with Daniel, who provides updates on Julia’s condition after her surgery. Despite her survival, Mason is troubled by the implications of his mother’s possible involvement in the chaos surrounding Lydia and Julia. He grapples with guilt over his past decisions, particularly his relationship with Julia, which he believes may have contributed to the current turmoil. The chapter portrays Mason’s internal conflict and the weight of blame he feels, highlighting his determination to protect Lydia from further harm.

The tension escalates as Mason learns that Lydia is heading to the hospital, where Julia is recovering. He fears the potential confrontation between Lydia and Mr. Everett, Julia’s father, who harbors resentment towards Lydia. This urgency propels Mason to the hospital, where he is met with a chilling scene: Lydia is already with Mr. Everett, who accuses her in a cold tone. The chapter concludes with a cliffhanger, leaving readers anxious about the confrontation and the ramifications of the characters’ intertwined fates. The emotional stakes are high, as each character grapples with love, guilt, and the fight for justice amidst a backdrop of betrayal and fear.

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**TITLE: Worst Fear 180**

**Chapter 180**

Mason

“Those bastards, I swear I’m going to tear them apart,” Zoe exclaimed, her voice laced with fury as she sat beside me in the backseat of the car. The clock had already passed 11 p.m., and we were finally making our way home. I was completely drained, too fatigued to handle the wheel, so I had arranged for a driver to pick us up.

From the moment we left, Zoe had been fervently scrolling through the comments, her fingers flying across the screen as she retaliated against the vile insults directed at Lydia. Each word seemed to fuel her anger further, and she cursed loudly, her frustration palpable in the confined space of the car.

“That Julia girl is nothing but a two-faced witch. Sure, she didn’t deserve what happened to her, but Karma? Karma is a relentless bitch, and you can’t pin this on Lydia,” Zoe spat, her eyes glued to the screen, brimming with intensity. I turned to face her, noticing the small vein in her hand protruding as she typed furiously. After a moment, she relaxed slightly, nodding in satisfaction at the comment she had just posted.

“Their words might sting you, but they won’t touch Lydia. She wouldn’t react like this,” I said, sensing her spiraling into a frenzy with every tick of the clock.

“This is the only way I can stand by her,” Zoe replied, determination etched on her face. “I refuse to sit idly by while they label her a killer or drag her name through the mud like they did last time.”

I inhaled sharply, her words settling heavily in my chest. Without uttering another syllable, I turned my gaze back to the road ahead, the silence between us thickening.

“Thank you,” the words slipped from my lips before I could catch myself. I felt Zoe’s eyes bore into me, questioning.

“Thank you for what?” she asked, her tone a mix of curiosity and disbelief.

“For sticking by Lydia. I honestly didn’t expect you to leave the penthouse just because of what you read online,” I replied, my voice barely above a whisper.

She shifted in her seat, and I caught her looking at me intently. With her arms crossed over her chest and her head tilted slightly, she challenged me, “You think you’re the only one who cares about her, don’t you?”

“Hmmm?” I furrowed my brows, confusion washing over me. It was one thing to pose a strange question, but the way she looked at me felt entirely different.

“I love her too, Mason. And so do the millions of followers she has online. I’m not the only one fighting for her,” she asserted, her voice firm. A sense of relief washed over me, and I allowed a lazy smile to creep onto my face as I redirected my focus to the road.

“Plus, I was there before the news broke,” she added, a hint of pride in her tone.

“Why? You never visit the twins,” I remarked, my curiosity piqued.

“I do,” she exclaimed, before quickly covering her mouth with her hand, as if to suppress her excitement. Then she shrugged, “Okay, I’ll admit I haven’t been there recently. But Lydia’s mom wanted to see me. She said she had something important to discuss.”

“I had no idea you were so close to her,” I replied, genuinely surprised.

Zoe’s voice softened, “She reminds me so much of Lydia. The way Lydia used to be with me,” she sighed, leaning back against the headrest, her eyes closing momentarily. “I miss the old Lydia. We’re together now, but it feels like we can never return to how we once were.”

The car fell into a heavy silence, the only sound coming from the gentle hum of the engine, filling the void between us.

“Mason,” Zoe called out softly, her voice breaking the stillness. It had been ages since she had addressed me by my name.

“Hmm…” I responded, still focused on the road ahead.

She took a deep breath, “Do you think things would have turned out differently if you hadn’t met Julia? If I’d spoken out sooner, I wouldn’t have had to kill a man, and Lydia wouldn’t have to bear the weight of my actions.” Her voice trailed off, growing softer until it was barely a whisper.

I turned to look at her, my heart sinking as I noticed tears streaming down her cheeks. The atmosphere in the car shifted, thickening with unspoken emotions. I had never broached this topic with her before; I knew it was a sensitive wound that shouldn’t be disturbed.

Her breath became shallow, “All of this is my fault.” A low sob escaped her lips, and I could see her struggling to contain her emotions, batting her eyes as she wiped away the tears.

But she didn’t need to hide them from me. I wasn’t particularly skilled at offering comfort, but I felt compelled to say something. “No, you did nothing wrong, Zoe. The past is behind us; we need to focus on what lies ahead.”

“You don’t have to comfort me,” she replied, brushing the tears away from her cheeks as she picked up her phone again. “But you’re right; I can’t change what’s happened. What I can do is make a difference in our present, like shutting down those haters.” She forced a smile that didn’t quite reach her eyes and returned to her furious typing.

***

Daniel stood before me, his shoulders slumped as he perused the report in his hands. He stifled a yawn, lifting his gaze to meet mine.

I drummed my fingers on the table, a sense of unease creeping in as I wondered what was causing the sudden pause in his speech.

“Go on,” I urged him.

“I’m done. That’s all there is,” he replied, his eyes darting to the clock on the wall. “What should I do next?” he asked, a hint of uncertainty in his voice.

Julia was alive. The surgery was still ongoing, and she was safe now—thanks to Daniel’s quick thinking. “Where is she now?” I inquired, my heart racing.

“In a VVIP ward. Only her parents have access to her,” he answered.

“Keep it that way,” I instructed firmly. The person who attempted to take her life was still at large, and there was a high likelihood they would strike again.

It was past 4 a.m., and like everyone else, I should have been asleep, but that thought didn’t even cross my mind. “And what about the perpetrator?” I asked, raising an eyebrow.

Daniel ran a hand through his hair and lowered his head, his shoulders tense as he spoke, “I’m sorry, but there’s nothing yet.”

We needed to find the person responsible. Lydia might be free for now, but this wouldn’t be resolved until we caught the culprit.

I swiveled in my chair, stroking my jaw thoughtfully. There was one question I hesitated to ask, knowing the answer could change everything.

“If that’s all, I’ll—”

“Daniel,” I interrupted softly, stopping him in his tracks.

“Yes, boss?” he replied, looking up at me with anticipation.

I scratched the tip of my nose, gathering my thoughts. “Was my mom present?” I asked, my voice barely above a whisper.

When Lydia mentioned her name, a chill ran down my spine. I couldn’t deny the possibility that she had been there. After everything she’d done, I could never trust her intentions.

“Yes, your mom—” he started, but one glare from me made him pause. He quickly corrected himself, “Mrs. Wood was present. However, she only spent five minutes in the hall before stepping out.”

“I see,” I replied, my mind racing with implications.

Once Daniel left, a heavy weight settled in my chest, and I couldn’t shake the feeling of blame that gnawed at me. If I hadn’t dated Julia just to please my mom…

If I had never even met her at all. Zoe was wrong; the guilt she felt should have been mine. I leaned back in my chair, the weight of my thoughts pressing down on me.

If my mom truly was behind this, I wouldn’t be able to forgive her. I’d sever all ties.

The following day, I received a call from Mr. Grey. He wanted Lydia back at the police station. “I have superiors too,” the superintendent stated coldly.

The news of Julia’s fall had gained traction, but I knew what truly fascinated the online community wasn’t just the incident itself, but the fact that Lydia was now a suspect.

That’s why no one cared to ask about Julia’s health or how she was doing in the hospital. Their focus was solely on Lydia.

“That’s your problem. If you do anything reckless, don’t blame me for sending those superiors their own copy of your infidelity,” I retorted before hanging up.

Immediately after, I received a text from Daniel, informing me that he had someone watching Lydia. “Miss Lydia just left. I think she’s heading to the hospital.”

My body went rigid. It was noon, and the surgery was still in progress. Or had it already concluded? I had no idea. What mattered was that Lydia couldn’t meet the Everett family.

Mr. Everett was not an easy man to deal with; he would seize any opportunity to tear Lydia apart, the woman I was 100% certain he loathed for my choice to be with her over his daughter.

I pressed down on the accelerator, urgency flooding my veins. I couldn’t trust Mr. Everett and Lydia in the same vicinity.

Upon arriving at the hospital, I parked the car and stepped out, my heart racing.

I pulled out my phone to call Lydia, but the call never went through. As I approached the receptionist, my phone beeped, and relief washed over me when I saw the notification.

But that relief quickly faded as I pulled down the notification bar to find a message from Mr. Grey, not Lydia. I bit the inside of my cheek, frustration bubbling up as I deleted the message without reading it.

When I finally reached the ward, I spotted Lydia standing in front of the receptionist. I started walking towards the elevator, the sound of the elevator dinging echoing in the hallway as the doors slid open. I stepped inside and pressed the button to my destination.

As I exited the elevator, I saw Lydia standing with her back to me. I didn’t need to think twice when I heard a masculine voice; she was already with Mr. Everett.

“Did you come here to finish the job?” His cold tone cut through the air, and my fists clenched involuntarily. Such an accusatory tone should never be directed at Lydia.

Conclusion

In the aftermath of the chaos and turmoil, both Zoe and Mason found themselves grappling with the weight of their emotions and the burdens of their past actions. Zoe’s fierce loyalty to Lydia emerged as a beacon of strength amidst the darkness, igniting a fire within Mason that he hadn’t realized he needed. As they drove through the night, the raw honesty of their conversation peeled back layers of guilt and regret, revealing the deep connections that bound them to Lydia. Mason’s gratitude for Zoe’s unwavering support underscored the realization that they were not alone in this fight; together, they could forge a path forward, one that honored Lydia’s resilience while confronting the shadows of their shared history.

Meanwhile, the tension surrounding Lydia’s situation grew ever more palpable, especially as Mason faced the looming threat of Mr. Everett’s accusations. The stakes had never been higher, and Mason’s protective instincts surged as he witnessed the confrontation unfold. In that moment, he understood that the battle was not just for Lydia’s freedom but for their very identities and the futures they hoped to build. The emotional arc of the chapter culminated in a profound acknowledgment of their intertwined fates, leaving Mason determined to shield Lydia from the storm that threatened to engulf them all. As the night deepened, the trio’s collective strength would be tested, but the bonds of love and loyalty forged in the heat of adversity would ultimately guide them toward redemption and hope.

What to Expect in Next Chapter?

In the next chapter, tensions are set to escalate as Mason confronts Mr. Everett, whose chilling accusation could shatter everything he holds dear. The air will be thick with unspoken emotions, and the stakes will rise as Mason struggles to protect Lydia from the man who despises her. As the confrontation unfolds, readers can expect raw dialogue that reveals deep-seated animosities and the lengths Mason is willing to go to defend the woman he loves. Will he manage to shield her from the fallout, or will Mr. Everett’s words cut deeper than expected?

Meanwhile, Zoe’s fierce loyalty to Lydia will be put to the test as the public’s opinion continues to sway. With the online community buzzing with speculation, Zoe’s determination to stand by her friend could lead her down a dangerous path. Expect moments of vulnerability as she grapples with her own guilt and the weight of the past, all while trying to navigate the chaotic storm surrounding them. As the chapter unfolds, the question looms: how far will she go to silence the haters and protect Lydia’s reputation, and what consequences will her actions bring? The tension is palpable, and readers will be left on edge, eagerly awaiting the next turn in this gripping saga.