Catherine Jones and Shaun Hill novel Chapter 383

let me go, Mr. Hill [by Shallow South] Chapter 383
[I’m very sure. That person was called Sheryl Jones, and her daughter is the chairman of Hudson Corporation. I even have her photo.]

Then, photos of Sheryl and Catherine spread all over the Internet.

Catherine received a call from the company saying that Hudson’s Facebook was bombarded with criticisms. The company’s board of directors was clamoring for a meeting again.

“I’ll come to the company right away.” As soon as Catherine said that, Shaun took her phone away. He then issued an order to the other end, “I’m Shaun Hill. I’ll handle the matters at Hudson. Don’t call and bother her for the time being.”

After that, he threw the phone to the side.

“Shaun Hill, what are you doing?” Catherine was so angry that her stomach hurt. “You can’t even protect yourself now. Can you mind your own business?”

“You can’t leave the hospital in this condition.” Shaun’s eyes were gentle, but his tone was still as dominant as ever.

“But I can’t just stand by and watch as my mom’s picture spreads on the internet. She’s been dead for more than twenty years, yet she’s still being slandered.” Tears filled Catherine’s eyes.

Then, the tears slid down her cheeks.

She blamed herself. “It’s all my fault. I’m useless. I couldn’t avenge her, and I can’t even let her die in peace.”

All of this was by no means a coincidence. It was arranged by Melanie Yule and her mother.

“Cathy, don’t cry. Trust me. I’ll get someone to kill the topic immediately. I’ve already made preparations. The more they jump, the harder they will fall tomorrow.” Shaun wrapped his arm around her waist and lowered his head to kiss away her tears. His tone was soft.

Uncomfortable from his kissing, Catherine turned her face away, and her tears stopped. She was confused. “What are you planning?”

“I won’t tell you now. It’s a secret, but you’ll find out tomorrow.” Shaun brushed a strand of hair in front of her forehead. “I’ll feed you first.”

After that, he served her a bowl of soup that Aunty Yasmine had boiled.