Chapter 65 Scandal on the Trending Search List
She radiated gentleness from the inside out.
Andrew looked at his daughter, his eyes full of heartache and reluctance: "Emmie, are all the procedures for Paris done? When's your flight?"
Emily pulled out a chair and sat down, a relaxed smile on her lips: "All done. The flight's the day after tomorrow. Someone will pick me up in Paris, so don't worry, Dad."
"That's good. Make sure you take care of yourself. Eat on time, don't let yourself suffer." Andrew kept reminding her worriedly, his tone full of concern.
However, Alex, who had just arrived at the Johnson family's door, suddenly froze.
The day after tomorrow?
She was leaving so soon.
The servant who came out to water the flowers saw him and instinctively called out: "Son-in-law... uh, Mr. Baker, you're here?"
Inside the house.
Emily stopped eating and slowly looked up. At the entrance, a figure had appeared.
Her eyes showed no emotion at all, only indifference.
Alex wore a sharp suit, broad shoulders tapering to a narrow waist.
Andrew stood up: "What brings Mr. Baker here?"
The form of address had changed, and naturally so had the relationship.
Alex looked away and handed over some documents: "Andrew, this is the supplementary agreement for the cooperation project. Also... Grandma asked me to bring something for her."
He brought up Margaret, so even though Andrew was displeased, he couldn't just kick him out.
Emily lowered her eyes, her fingertips rubbing the edge of her knife and fork: "How's Grandma doing lately?"
"Same as always, taking care of herself." Alex's tone was flat.
Just then, a servant came out of the kitchen carrying a nutritious meal: "Miss, this is what Madam specially asked to be made for you. The temperature's just right. You used to love this."
Only then did Emily look up, a smile forming on her beautiful face: "Perfect timing, I'm hungry. It's good to be home."
With that, she picked up the delicate silver spoon and ate in small bites. The sunlight fell on her smooth skin, making her look incredibly gentle.
Alex walked into the living room and stood there stunned for a moment.
He suddenly remembered two years ago, when Emily looked just like this during breakfast every day.
But he had always coldly pushed her away, not even willing to spare her a glance.
So this is how beautiful she looked when she was happy.
He didn't know when it started, but he couldn't see any smile on her face anymore.
Emily noticed his gaze and paused while scooping: "Mr. Baker, you've delivered the documents. You can leave now."
Her words were a blunt dismissal, showing no mercy.
Alex wanted to say something, but meeting her indifferent eyes, his throat felt dry. "Andrew, I'll be going. If the company needs anything, feel free to contact me anytime."
Andrew sighed helplessly: "If you knew it would come to this, why did you do it in the first place?"
The man's cold figure paused slightly, but he didn't stay any longer.
Andrew slowly turned around and sat across from her at the dining table: "Emmie, are you really... not going to give him any chance? After all, you used to..."
"Dad." Emily looked up, her eyes calm. "Three years of grievance and disappointment can't be erased with a few words. I just want to live peacefully now and focus on improving myself."
Suddenly, her hand under the table slowly moved to her lower abdomen, feeling warmth surrounding her.
She had a baby. She wouldn't be alone.
Andrew said nothing more, just gently patted the back of her hand: "Dad supports you. Take care of yourself in Paris. Come home whenever you want. Your mom and I will always be your strongest support."
"Dad..." Emily's eyes welled up, and she suddenly laughed.
After breakfast, she sent an email directly to the design director in Paris.
She would depart on schedule the day after tomorrow. All procedures were complete.
Ding—
Email sent successfully.
Emily began packing, and when her eyes swept over the crystal ball on the table, a dull pain rose in her chest.
She said nothing, just casually tossed it into a box: "Throw it away later."
The servant cleaning the carpet was startled: "Miss, isn't this your favorite..."
"Throw it away." Emily's voice was cold, with no extra emotion.
Ring ring ring...
Suddenly, a phone call came in.
Emily raised her delicate eyebrows: "Rachel? Why are you calling today..."
"Emmie! I'm so mad!"
Before she could finish, Rachel's furious voice came through the receiver.
Emily was surprised and quickly asked: "What happened?"
Rachel's side was a bit noisy, with sounds like keyboard typing: "Check the trending topics! These people have nothing better to do! This is too much!"
Emily's heart skipped a beat, and she immediately opened the forum.
On the other side, Rachel was grinding her teeth in anger: "Someone posted anonymously with two super blurry photos, deliberately making you and Matthew look intimate! They're saying you had an affair during your marriage, and now that you got money and resources, you divorced Alex. And it's blown up on all social media platforms. The comment section is full of people cursing you. I'm so angry!"
On her phone screen, a glaring headline hung at the top of the trending list.
"#Emily Johnson's affair with the Moore family heir during marriage? The truth behind Baker Corporation head's divorce from his wife..."
Emily narrowed her eyes and clicked on the two photos.
The angles were very tricky, and... they weren't composites.
She suddenly laughed coldly: "Not bad photography. Look at my jawline and nose bridge, pretty good."
"Just didn't capture Matthew as well."
In the photo, Matthew was reaching out to fix the stray hair at her temple. Now, with malicious framing by whoever was behind this, it looked like an intimate embrace.
The comments below were overwhelming, full of filthy language: "No wonder they divorced so quickly, turns out she already had someone lined up."
"Poor Mr. Baker, being cheated on without even knowing... This Emily looks pretty innocent too..."
"Matthew must be blind to be interested in a divorced woman like this?"
...
Rachel was about to explode with anger and immediately cursed: "Watch me destroy these trolls! They're talking complete nonsense, twisting the truth. How dare they take money for this? I'll blast them!"
Emily's eyes turned cold: "These photos were taken at the club that day. Everyone who went was our friend, no one would do this. So then..."
The answer was obvious.
Rachel was anxious on the other end: "Emmie, I've already had someone trace the IP address of the post. But right now we need to suppress the trending topic, otherwise the Moore family and Johnson family stocks will probably drop. And we need a clarification statement..."
Emily slowly closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and when she opened them again, only cold sharpness remained: "No need, I'll report it to the police. I'm leaving for Paris the day after tomorrow. These rumors can't hurt me at all, but the two families' cooperation can't be tarnished by this dirty post."