Hope It's Not Too Late to Love novel Chapter 822

Chapter 822

Meanwhile, the more Yvonne thought about the incident, the more she found it strange, so she had somebody find out what had happened during Thomas' trip to the jade mine. "Turns out that he went there with Vania and Liam," she muttered in a low voice that was devoid of any emotion. "So, the girlfriend he told me about was actually Vania?" She let out a snort. All of a sudden, she felt that Thomas was hiding something from her. There are some things that I won't just sit by and ignore. I'll take action when it's time to do so, but the most important thing to do right now is to deal with Bryan.

Thanks to her implicit suggestion that Kiki hired a troll army, the netizens' opinion of Bryan and Vania had now taken a turn for the worse, so much so that some even started to hurl abuse at the latter.

A netizen commented, 'These two are definitely having an affair. As a woman with so many identities, Vania must've slept with lots of men.'

Another netizen commented, 'Those in the industry usually have fun on their own. She becomes a couple with President Luke just to make money.'

'It's probably for the sake of the kids. After all, with so many kids, it'll be difficult for them to explain themselves if they separate.'

'Those kids might not be Hanson Luke's.'

The netizens' comments turned against Vania again. With each comment posted, their language became more and more offensive.

At the moment, however, Vania was already asleep. When she woke up the next day, she was perplexed to notice several new text messages from Linda on her cell phone. After all, these text messages were sent in the middle of the night.

She thought it wasn't about something urgent, or else Linda would've called her instead. It wasn't until she read the text messages that she realized that it was about the online abuse against her on Twitter. When she saw the abusive comments on Twitter, her face darkened at once. "Is it that easy to bully me already?" I have to get an explanation for what happened today!

She stepped out of her room without feeling any discomfort in her foot. At the moment, she was indignant over what was happening on Twitter, so she already forgot about her injured foot. And besides, the ointment made by Lily was very useful, so she was fully recovered after one night.

"Why did you come out, darling?" Hanson hurriedly ran up to her and held her in his arms when he saw her walking on her own. "Let me check your foot," he said before hurriedly examining her foot without allowing her to say no. She's already injured, so her injury can't be allowed to worsen because of carelessness. "Good thing that the bruise on your foot has faded." He heaved a sigh of relief. "Do you feel anything else?"



Vania replied, "Our daughter is amazing. I don't feel anything at all right now." She was proud to speak of her daughter. She said I'd be fine after one night, and it worked just as she'd said.

"Still, you can't walk around hastily like this. Just rest for one more day." Hanson sounded a little domineering. "I'm your servant today. Just tell me if you want me to do anything." He seemed to be very willing to be her servant.

"I can't afford to hire a big-name servant like you." She'd never seen a fabulously rich guy working as a servant for someone else. And besides, she preferred to take care of her own business.

"Oh, darling." Hanson tickled her nose. He said in resignation, "Seriously, I don't know what to do with you." Then, he heaved a sigh and continued, "In that case, you have to tell me why you are in such a hurry."

Vania curled her lips. At the thought of this, she got a little angry, so she replied somewhat bluntly, "What else could it be? It's because of what happened on Twitter." Those comments were so offensive that she bet Hanson would be even angrier if he were to see them. If this were to happen in the past, she'd probably sit by and do nothing to lure her enemies. However, she couldn't do so right now, as she already had a husband and couldn't upset him for any reason.