Mr Grant, Please Be Gentle

The press release about Matthew Grant’s adultery was all over the place that night, and it had no small impact on the charity auction party.

Cecelia and Laurel didn’t expect this kind of incident, they didn’t think Blanca Roach would be that kind of person, but if it was really reported as such, it’s not easy to condole.

Blanca Roach was called out all night long on the Internet, and she didn’t even know it.

It was only when Elizabeth Harris sent a video call the next day that Blanca Roach found out that the story had gone viral.

“This thing is coming at you, not Paddy.”

Elizabeth Harris was so certain that she thought for a night that if the story was meant to bring Paddy down, the report would be exactly what the waiter said it was.

Paddy would have been a scumbag who had knocked up a pregnant woman to commit an act of misconduct, and he would have suffered even more public condemnation than he did now.

But now it is Blanca Roach who is guilty of infidelity, a pregnant slut who is still unconscious.

The group could not figure out who had done this to Blanca Roach, and had no clue.

Blanca Roach was worried about how she always encountered such things, and this time she obviously could not explain.

Last night Matthew Grant learned that public opinion had responded to Blanca Roach’s attacks and warned the newspapers one by one.Belonging © NôvelDram/a.Org.

The newspapers did not dare to speak out again, but they could not stop the public, who only wanted to believe what they assumed, and the public opinion never stopped hurling abuse at Blanca Roach.

The internet was even more dismissive of Matthew Grant’s explanation, feeling that he was justifying his loss of face, after all, what man wants to admit that he was cuckolded.

“Just in case, Paddy and I checked the hotel’s security camera last night, but the footage, all deleted, and so many guests on the day of the party, there is no way to check.”

Elizabeth Harris was more torn by the waiter, he ran away and evaporated.

But looking at Blanca Roach’s depressed look, Elizabeth Harris wanted to say that she gave up, afraid that she was too anxious.

“Blanca, you should not brush Twitter or anything for the next two days, the clearer you are, reading those foolish comments you will only sulk, rest and calm down.”

“Hmm.” Blanca Roach hadn’t seen it yet either, and from Elizabeth Harris’ description, she didn’t want to see it, and it certainly didn’t have anything good to say

But she couldn’t just sit there, either; there was no way she could rest and calm down.

If she didn’t argue, it would only make people think she was weak-minded, and things wouldn’t get resolved.

On the cell phone screen, Peter Murray leaned over to Elizabeth Harris, who had been listening and, knowing that Blanca Roach’s consideration was to step in and settle things, advised.

“Blanca, Matthew Grant will fix this, and one more word from you now is going to set off a tidal wave of public opinion.”

Blanca Roach was tired and felt sleepy before noon, and after her call with Elizabeth Harris, she went to her room to lie down.

Shortly after she went to bed, Matthew Grant returned, having left early today and making it a point to be back before Blanca Roach’s lunch.

He was afraid that she wouldn’t be able to eat after knowing all these bad things, so he came back to keep her company.

Knowing that Blanca Roach was resting, Matthew Grant took it easy and went to the bedroom to check on her.

But Blanca Roach has always been a light sleeper after her pregnancy, and the recent events have caused her to be so nervous that even the slightest noise can wake her up.

But when she saw Matthew Grant, her brow was pressed, her face was scrunched up, and she instantly fell into tears.

“Matthew Grant, they all say I …

Wooooooooo…”

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