Chapter 192 The Consequences of Evil Deeds

Chapter 192 The Consequences of Evil Deeds

"He lost in that competition last time, and now his reputation in the design world is nowhere near mine. I heard no one has asked him to design gowns for a long time. Although William isn't short on money, he'll gradually fade out of this circle. As for that student of his, Cynthia, she's even more of a nobody."

Joanna didn't seem too happy about this news.

Because in her heart, Teacher Linda was truly the strongest in the design world. She never felt William could compare to her teacher, even though William had some pretty inspired works when he was younger.

But none of them were enough to overshadow Linda's brilliance.

"Then congratulations, Teacher." Joanna's tone was rather flat.

Linda worried that Suss's situation might affect Joanna's career motivation, so she tried to comfort her, "Don't be too sad. Suss got sick a long time ago. As a doctor, many people's biggest regret is being able to save countless lives with a scalpel, but not being able to save their own."

She thought, on the day of death, learning that her most accomplished student had won an award would be enough to let Suss leave this world with a smile, right?

"I understand, Teacher. Thank you for comforting me."

Joanna knew Linda meant well, so she didn't keep showing negative emotions.

After a brief adjustment, she went to the studio and helped Linda quickly design several gown sketches. The remaining polishing and line work would have to be left to the team members.

Because Joanna had already bought her departure ticket and didn't plan to stay in Valeria any longer.

Learning this news, Linda felt somewhat disappointed, "It seems like you're now focusing on the medical field, and design has just become a hobby?"

Joanna was silent for half a minute, then nodded, "Teacher, I want to fulfill Mr. Suss's regret first. Winning this award was deceiving him, but next time I hope I can take a real trophy and tell him that his student is excellent and worth his pride."

Linda understood Joanna's feelings very well, so she just nodded without saying anything.

The day she returned home.

Joanna was worried she'd end up on the same flight as Chris again.

But after boarding the plane, she realized it was just her own worry - fate doesn't create that many coincidences.

She quietly returned home alone.

Meanwhile, outside the airport, Chris had prepared a large bouquet of flowers, waiting for her to come out.

Many passersby saw that the man holding flowers was a handsome guy and took photos to share online.

Joanna, still on the plane, didn't know any of this.

Some sharp-eyed netizens recognized him - wasn't this the ex-husband who was all over the internet being sweet with his mistress?

More and more people gathered around Chris, but no one dared to disturb him.

They were all curious about who Chris was waiting for at the airport with that bouquet.

For several days in a row, Chris waited outside the airport, the bouquet always blue and white roses that Joanna liked.

The netizens' curiosity reached its peak.

And it was at this moment that Joanna came out.

The first thing she saw was Chris being so high-profile, and she awkwardly wanted to turn around and leave.

Joanna kept her head down, praying in her heart that Chris wasn't here to pick her up.

But unexpectedly, Chris walked straight toward her.

"Joanna, congratulations on landing safely."

Joanna tried to get around the bouquet, but the crowd surrounded them.

"Did you two get back together? Isn't this playing with netizens' feelings? We supported your divorce so much back then, how can you get back together so quickly?"

"Is it true like they say online that ex-husband is always good to the women around him and ignores his wife's feelings?"

"Have you resolved the conflict with the mistress Cynthia?"

Most of the crowd's questions were pretty sharp.

They didn't beat around the bush, directly asking the questions they were most interested in.

Joanna didn't want to answer. She glared at Chris and quickly rushed through the crowd, trying to escape.

She probably wouldn't dare to travel by plane for a long time.

Chris kept following Joanna until he saw her get into a private car.

Although it wasn't Angelo's license plate, it wasn't hard to guess that this was a car Angelo arranged to pick Joanna up.

Chris disappointedly threw the flowers in his hand into the trash can, petals falling all over the ground.

Passersby took photos of those flowers for a long time.

Even long after Chris and Joanna left, people came to take photos there.

This place had almost become an internet celebrity check-in spot.

Because of Chris and Joanna's popularity, this incident quickly became a trending topic.

When Cynthia saw it, she was so angry that she dumped David's unfinished meal on his face.

"Eat, eat, eat, that's all you know! How are you so useless? Has your grandson come to see you even once since you got sick?"

David struggled and mumbled, but his brain nerves were dead, so he couldn't make any other response.

Until the maid saw Cynthia treating David this way and couldn't take it anymore, she angrily pushed her away.

"What are you doing? Not giving him food and water is one thing, but how can you dump food on David's face?"

Cynthia glared at this nosy maid and said, "What's it to you? Nicole doesn't pay me anyway. I'm only taking care of David out of kindness. Are you saying I'm not doing a good job? Why don't you do it yourself then."

The maid stepped back two steps. She couldn't argue with her and could only hold in her anger.

Outside the old house, footsteps sounded somewhat urgent.

Cynthia thought Chris had come back and instinctively looked down at her clothes, afraid of getting food stains on them and affecting her image in Chris's mind.

But when she looked up again, she was met with a very hard slap.

She was completely stunned. When she looked up, she saw Vincent's cold, disgusted eyes.

Cynthia panicked instantly.

"Uncle Vincent, you... let me explain, I didn't do this!"

She still wanted to push the blame onto the maid.

But Vincent had seen through everything long ago and just sneered, "From today on, you don't need to come anymore. Since you're so careless in taking care of a sick person, it makes no difference whether you're here or not."

Cynthia looked terrified. She rushed over and grabbed Vincent's pant leg, choking up as she explained, "It's not like that, Uncle Vincent, don't send me away. I'm willing to be Chris's nanny or maid, just let me stay by his side."

She cried while saying these insincere words.

Vincent looked down. Those eyes that could see through people's true thoughts instantly saw through Cynthia's pretense.