To Sandra, it was what an heart attack would feel like. She had never had an heart attack, but felt that the feeling she felt at that time was one that could be associated with cardiac arrest. Her chest suddenly clenched, and her hand flew to it. Her eyes stayed glued on Tyson, who looked like he was trying to find a way to take care of all the issues. Why would her husband be arrested? He had not come anything wrong. He had only come to save her and her sons. "Can't be true." She said, and turned to Carlos who was reading something on the phone in a frenzy. She snatched it from his hands. "Mum!" He called sharply in frustration, and tried to snatch the phone out of her hands, but she took it away, getting to her feet and continued to stare at the news headline. CEO of Lincoln consulting firm arrested! There was the photo of Mr. Lincoln handcuffed and taken by the cops. "How come… how…" she asked, with her breath already beginning to come out a little faster. Then there were multiple photos of them posted online. How come? She and her sons were with various cleaning jobs in the photos. MR. LINCOLN'S PROUD AND DISLIKED FAMILY GOES DOWN! Sandra ran her eyes through the article, and saw it was written by someone who had been there that day when they could not make payments. The person had then watched them to take photos, and share it at a later time. Many more articles were under it. RUDEST FAMILY IN THE WORLD REDUCED TO CLEANING. FISHY THINGS ABIUT MR. LINCOLN FINALLY REVEALED. Sandra could not stable her breath intake. She kept on breathing hard, and trying to breathe smoothly, but it wasn't working. She was dreaming right? It was a dream. Her world wasn't crumbling, and so many people weren't saying trash about her husband. It was all a nasty dream.Yes, that was what Sarah wanted to believe, however, she couldn't. Her breaths became shorter, and she found that she couldn't breathe. The phone fell from her hands, clattering loudly to the front, and she began to gasp for breath. "Mum!" Carlos and Tyson shouted getting to their feet to get to her. "Breathe, mum. Look at me, take a deep breath." Carlos said, getting in front of her. Tears streamed down Sandra's eyes, and her panic got even worse as she imagined the bleak future in front of her. Worse, she imagined what would become of her if the cops actually went hunting for her too. "Mum… calm down." Tyson said, patting her back, trying to get her to sit once more. Then he noticed everyone suddenly taking selfies with their loved ones, friends, or whoever the people next to them were to them. Sarah refused to sit, and pushed Tyson away. So many of them giggled, and he realized with a jolt that none of them were actually taking selfies. They were making videos of them. "Damn it! Turn off the cameras!" He screamed at them, breathing hard, but some of them simply laughed. "What are you doing!?" He glared at them. "Mum. Everything will be fine. I promise you." Carlos was still trying to reassure Bianca, who only seemed to get worse by the minute. "Damn you all!" Tyson shouted, and began to dash towards a girl, but a woman stepped in front him before he could get to the already frightened girl. "You're live right now, darling." She said, pushing her phone into her face and he saw 2.1k viewing, and more were zooming in. "I just have the knack for being at the right place for interesting news." She said, with a smirk, and Tyson staring at the live video was unable to a thing. "Someone call the ambulance! Someone?" Tyson heard Carlos scream, and turned to see what had happened. Bianca was on the floor with her head in Carlos' arms. She had lost consciousness, but no one had even moved an inch to call the hospital. Tyson cursed under his breath angrily and ram back to his mother. He took his phone and began to call the ambulance. "Pathetic." "How could he have such a temper when he's in such a situation?" "Their family lacks senses. They do not know the proper way to do things." "They disrespected the staff like they were the only rich customers." "Rich indeed." "My God. Those sons are a waste." "Their family is done for." "The sight of them irritates me." "I've been looking for ways to show the world there really is nothing great about the Lincoln family." "They never rendered help to strangers. Did you all just hear one of them calling for help from us strangers?" Lots of snide remarks flew about from the people, and they didn't care that their voices were loud or their words harsh. They all laughed at the last remark who had pointed out the fact that we always refused to help lowly strangers. More remarks flew in, and Tyson and Carlos waited in agony as they awaited the ambulance. "Let's hope the ambulance never comes." A girl, who looked pig-faced said, and Tyson's anger flared. They were taking it too far. Didn't they see someone had fainted? Didn't they see she was having it hard at that moment? Why were there so apathetic? As the pig-faced girl began to laugh with others in a voice that annoyingly sounded like a pig's grunt, Tyson lost it, and getting to his feet, he made for her. He was going to punch her until blood gushed out of her pig nose. He was going to bathe his fist in her blood. They would all regret mocking his mother. "Tyson!" Carlos called sharply, grabbing his arm and turning him around. "Leave me! I swear I'll kill her!" Tyson shouted, and the people got more excited. "Tyson! Don't be such a fool! They're taking photos and making videos! Can't you see? Don't you use your senses? Have you been forgotten how much mum always says to avoid the camera? Just then, medics from the nearest hospital came in with a stretcher. They helped Carlos pick Sandra up, and place her on the stretcher. Then they all rushed into the ambulance. Charles and Tyson were more than grateful to be rescued from the relaxation center burning hot with embarrassment. "Why didn't you let me give that pig what she deserved?" Tyson blew up immediately the ambulance began to move. "Are you really planning on fighting right now?" Carlos asked, looking at Tyson in disbelief. "What about you? Were you really planning on letting those people humiliate us just like that." "Wake up, Tyson! This is a fight we've lost. Dad has been arrested, mom has been humiliated, and we have been too. You just broadcasted our terrible situation to a thousand more viewers!" Carlos shouted, and Tyson shook his head hard in anger. "No, no! I will not have that! We should have fought for dignity!" "That's why you're this way! You never go what you ought to do with senses! You do it without senses. Idiot! You wanna fight against the press? The media? The people? Damn you! You've sure got some nerve for a fool." Carlos shot back, and Tyson took in deep breaths, trying to think more like Carlos. "So what do we do now? This matter has gotten out of hand." Tyson asked, hopelessly, leaning forwards, placing his elbows on his thighs and clasping his fingers in front of his mouth. "We wait. I have a plan in mind. For now, we wait." Carlos said, and silence fell. Sandra was taken to the nearest hospital, and was paid attention to immediately. At least the hospital was not judgemental. The both of them watched their mother, who they had been told needed a lot of rest, and Tyson sighed. Just then, Carlos jumped, and looked at Tyson with wide eyes. "What?" Tyson asked in alarm. "There might be trouble."