StoryNovelChapter 32 Audrey's social media was flooded with vicious private messages.
She was derisively called the spawn of a rapist and the lowly offspring of human traffickers.
As Nathan had predicted, the show's producers, true to form, were set to maximize the buzz and heat in the upcoming episode.
Audrey was about to find herself thrust into the eye of the storm.
Forewarned and prepared for this outcome, Audrey almost wished for an even more heated discussion. The more attention the next episode garnered, the easier it would be for her to execute her plans.
Follow current on NovelEnglish.netAfter a calming bath, she was about to turn off the lights and settle into bed when her phone vibrated.
It was a call from Anne.
“Aunt Anne,” she greeted.
“Audrey, it's me.” Hugo's voice came through on the other end of the line, bearing unwelcome news. Aunt Anne had an accident.” A chill ran down Audrey's spine.
Tossing aside the covers, she swiftly turned the lights on and pulled on her clothes. Her voice quivered uncontrollably as she asked, “What... what do you mean Aunt Anne had an accident?” “She’s been in a car crash at the hospital my sister is at." H “But wasn’t Aunt Anne supposed to have returned home? Why is she still in Sheysea?” Audrey's voice rose with confusion and concern.
Just yesterday afternoon, Anne had called her to say she was home safe. She had even mentioned how well she was doing.
The sudden turn of events was baffling.
“I'm not sure of the details. You should come to the hospital,” Hugo advised, unaware that Audrey had already left Sheysea.
“I'm on my way! Please take care of Aunt Anne,” Audrey said before hanging up.
Her hands trembled as she changed. She tried to remain calm. She knew panic led to mistakes.
She rushed to the airport and caught the first flight back to Sheysea.
In the Lambert family’s home in the capital, Audrey's biological grandfather sat in his study.
Follow current on NovelEnglish.netHe sported glasses, and his silver hair was combed to perfection. The septuagenarian wore a brown cashmere cardigan over his shirt. His posture radiated refined, subdued elegance.
“How was your meeting with the Shaw daughter in Sheyses? You didn't have time to see her before,” George inquired, lifting his glass Ryan, poised and dignified, sipped the brown liquor. His every move radiated an air of haughty grace. “Ms. Shaw is ambitious.
She's a good ally for marriage, but perhaps too strong willed to fit into the Lambert family as a daughter in law,” he commented indifferently.
“in the end, you're still wishing for that child to return to the Lambert family,” George mused casually. He played with the glass idly “How is she doing?
“She's gotten a divorce from the Franklin heir,” Ryan replied, setting his glass down Ard ol §h&” been invited N Professor Douglas of Cloudmill University to join his research team.”
‘Drugged and slandered, divorced, and drugged again... the Lambert family going after 0 ghe thik (1) ho niga) S6ive everything? Leaving the country’s top university for Cloudmill University?” George muttered. He held the crystal glass up to his lips. Ryan didn’t expect George would be so informed about Audrey's plight. “Sometimes, being too empathetic and moral can lead to suffering,” he said slowly.
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“But she's not indecisive. Although Cloudmill University isn't as m renowned as S heys¥alh ierstty, PRofasaor Bougias is a leading authority in genetic biology. He only stayed in Sheysea for his late wife.
“If she wants to make strides in genetic biology, he’s the best mentor she could have.” Ryan's phone vibrated with an incoming call.
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