Chapter 108: Chapter 108: Thunderstorm Night, Miscarriage!
Julian Fordham always thought that their relationship of over a decade meant Victoria Monroe could never leave him.
That’s why he dared to do those things, and even today, he remains confident.
She no longer wants to waste words with him; once she gets the divorce certificate, she’ll leave.
By the time he realizes, she’ll have completely vanished from this world, and he won’t be able to find her.
"Please don’t interfere with my work, keep your distance."
Victoria Monroe pushed him away and left.
Perhaps her warning took effect, as Julian later didn’t appear in front of her again, and certainly gave Rachel Hayes no chance to show off their affection.
As nightfall approached, the sky darkened early.
Victoria Monroe didn’t want to stay at the Fordham Family house, but if she left and was photographed, she’d be labeled as a diva again by tomorrow.
After thinking it over, it was only for one more day; after tomorrow everything would be over.
In groups of two, Victoria Monroe and Faye York were assigned to the same room.
At this point, the mic was off and the live broadcast had ended.
Faye York came out of the bathroom with her phone; she had just checked the public opinion online.
She glanced at the person at the center of the rumors, seeing Victoria Monroe seriously reading the Xinhua Dictionary under the light, occasionally writing and drawing on paper.
Faye York was shocked; isn’t she anxious? Things online have blown up!
"Ms. Monroe, don’t you have a PR team now?"
Since her pregnancy, Victoria Monroe rarely used her phone. She understood the hint in Faye’s words, "What? Are they cursing me online?"
Faye York nodded, "I feel like there’s something odd about this, everyone is discussing you and President Fordham, but they’re mostly blaming you."
Victoria Monroe couldn’t be bothered to look at her name associated with Julian Fordham; she didn’t need to think to know, "Let them curse."
"Ms. Monroe, you can’t be so indifferent, if you want to make a comeback, the reputation of this variety show is very important for you. I don’t even know which company you’ve signed with; it’s been hours and still no one is doing PR."
Faye York kindly handed her phone to her; the show had gone viral, and even more so was the topic of the "expired award-winning actress seducing a married man."
Below was a gif of her throwing herself into Julian Fordham’s arms; the angle chosen by the other party was clever, making it seem like she intentionally leaned into Julian.
There were many edited clips; clearly, she was looking at someone else, yet they edited it to make it seem like she had deep feelings for Julian Fordham.
Besides this, there were people deliberately spreading old rumors of her being kept by a producer for eighty million.
And many "insiders" revealed online that Victoria Monroe only became an award-winning actress by sleeping with directors. Three years ago, when she claimed to be getting married, she was actually pregnant with a boss’s child, and now that she’s old and unwanted, the boss kicked her out.
The image of her at the airport with a lawyer was also brought out as "evidence"; Shao Lawyer was someone she hired to sue the boss for money.
Although it’s absurd, you can’t stop people online from embellishing, all acting as if they personally saw it from under Victoria Monroe’s bed.
Everyone speculated about who the boss she got pregnant by might be, and almost every notable person in Kenton was dragged out for a spin.
This led to a certain producer clarifying overnight, asserting his loving relationship with his wife.
The rumors were so intense that they overshadowed the program’s own hype.
Online, Victoria Monroe’s die-hard fans continued to fight, but the opposition had professional troll farms, all AI-generated content, capable of churning out thousands of defamatory posts against her in a minute.
So much so, that many clueless passersby were misled and started following the trend to bash Victoria Monroe.
Not looking was fine, but once she saw, Victoria Monroe couldn’t sit still.
She could guess with her toes who was behind it!
"Thank you for telling me."
"Ms. Monroe, you need to do PR quickly, or else..."
"Alright, I’ll go handle PR now."
Victoria Monroe gave her a slight smile, then opened the compartment door and took out a golf club from inside.
Faye York was stunned, "Ms. Monroe, are you going to..."
The two words weren’t even finished before Victoria Monroe had already rushed out.
There weren’t enough rooms; after the guests, all the staff were crammed in the basement.
Some were still editing videos, preparing content for a highlight version.
Director Lancaster was supervising. This episode had already gone viral, and his phone had been blowing up all day, all from investors wanting to throw in money for ads.
The working team in the basement was busy; the villa seemed very quiet.
After all, this was Julian Fordham’s house, and the male celebrities didn’t dare roam around freely.
Only Autumn Fordham had the guts to secretly sneak into Caleb Spencer’s room.
Victoria Monroe knocked on Rachel Hayes’s room door with the golf club, but no one answered.
Probably Rachel Hayes was afraid Julian Fordham would drag her for an abortion at this moment.
Not opening the door, huh?
Victoria Monroe went directly to the backyard, which led directly to the guestroom’s courtyard.
Just in time, Rachel Hayes was standing by the door on the phone, urging for the rumors to intensify.
She saw Victoria Monroe appear in her yard like a ghost.
Victoria Monroe smiled and made a door-opening gesture towards her; Rachel Hayes didn’t dare to open it!
Unexpectedly, Victoria Monroe came prepared, and directly smashed the glass door with a golf club.
"Bang!"
The artists upstairs heard it, but no one dared to come out.
Faye York, mustering her courage, glanced out the window and found Victoria smashing the door with the club. She nearly fainted.
It was raining outside, and Victoria Monroe was drenched.
She was like a zombie, getting stronger with each swing.
Lightning illuminated Victoria Monroe’s pale face.
With a loud crash, the glass door shattered. Rachel Hayes gripped her phone, her heart pounding with tension.
"Victoria Monroe, I warn you, there are cameras everywhere here. Do you believe I’ll expose your current state on the internet?"
"Sure, go ahead and expose it! I also want the world to see what kind of person Rachel Hayes really is."
Water droplets rolled down Victoria Monroe’s pointed chin as she approached Rachel Hayes like a vengeful ghost, grabbing her by the neck like a chick and dragging her out.
"Rachel Hayes, didn’t I warn you not to provoke me? Why can’t you remember that?"
Victoria dragged Rachel into the yard, trembling with fear, "I... I don’t know what you’re talking about."
Victoria raised her hand and slapped her, "Do you understand now?"
"I..." Rachel would rather die than admit she orchestrated the rumors to discredit Victoria Monroe.
Victoria kicked her to the ground and grabbed her neck, pressing her head into the swimming pool.
They specially filled the pool with water for filming today, but didn’t turn on the heater, making the water cold as ice. Rachel screamed, "Ah!"
Victoria slightly curled her lips, "Still don’t remember?"
Above the clouds, a business jet approached Kenton.
Rhys Hawthorne had already seen the overwhelming smearing news about Victoria Monroe online. He didn’t know Victoria’s thoughts, so he didn’t deal with it for now.
The flight attendant knew he was anxious to return to Kenton, approached him and said, "Sir, there’s a thunderstorm ahead that we can’t pass through; we’ll have to reroute, which might delay arrival."
Rhys’s heart raced. He stood up and said, "Let me do it."
The flight attendant was stunned, "You mean...?"
"I’ve got experience navigating such thunderstorms. Inform the crew not to reroute; I’ll fly!"
Amidst the crew’s anxiety, the expensive business jet was personally piloted by Rhys Hawthorne into the purple thunderstorm!
He didn’t know why he was so anxious.
He only knew that after that snowy night in the bathtub incident, he didn’t want Victoria Monroe to be in any danger again.
At this moment, Victoria Monroe was pressing Rachel Hayes, dunking her head repeatedly into the cold water.
"Call them over, let everyone see the face of a homewrecker like you."
"You want to be famous, don’t you? Then I’ll fulfill your wish! You..."
Before she finished, Lana Jameson suddenly approached, without warning, stretched out her hand and pushed Victoria Monroe into the icy water from behind.
Victoria instinctively dragged Rachel into the pool.
"Ah! Help! I can’t swim!"
Victoria’s first thought was to get out. She could swim, but her foot suddenly cramped.
"What happened!"
At this moment, everyone heard the noise and rushed over. Julian Fordham saw the chaos everywhere, and the next moment he saw Victoria Monroe and Rachel Hayes in the water.
"Julian, quickly save Rachel!"
"Mom, how could I save her? I’d rather..."
The word ’die’ hadn’t escaped his lips when a person carrying a camera appeared.
Lana Jameson pushed him, "It’s still live-streaming, quickly save Rachel; she’s carrying your child. Anyway, Victoria can swim..."
Victoria was trying to climb out, but her leg cramped, and she felt a faint pain in her lower abdomen.
A bad feeling rose in her heart.
She saw Julian Fordham jumping into the pool, thinking he was about to save her.
"Julian..."
Her voice choked in her throat as Julian Fordham picked up Rachel Hayes.
From head to toe, Victoria Monroe felt as if she’d fallen into an ice cellar, the physical pain unable to outweigh the heartache.
The staff actually didn’t go to rescue, but wanted to capture precious footage.
Julian Fordham wanted to quickly get Rachel Hayes to shore; perhaps Victoria Monroe had already climbed up.
Even if she hadn’t, he could immediately pull her up.
But just as he got ashore, as he was about to put Rachel down, he heard Faye York upstairs screaming in horror: "Blood... there’s blood in the water!"
Lana Jameson, still smug on the shore, also saw a patch of bright red spreading around Victoria Monroe in the pool, gradually dyeing her vision red.