The media truly thrived when the whole world was in chaos. That same night, I saw the news from the afternoon being reported on the internet.
'Another secret to Serena Zoel’s death'
'Theo Grant's wife, Wanda Lane, is the real culprit!’
Titles like these left me distraught with anxiety. As I put my phone down, I lay flat on the sofa while stroking my belly.
"I truly pity you. You have to suffer such a thing while still being in my stomach." I sighed.
Theo came over, and his appearance made it seem like nothing had happened. “It’s quite late now. Aren't you going to bed?"
His soft tone was making me dizzy. I slowly sat up and leaned on his strong shoulders as if I was leaning on a mountain. In fact, he truly was someone I could lean on. "Do you think I'm that dense? How can I fall asleep right now?"
He stretched out his hand to embrace me and exerted a little strength as if to reassure me. “The matter is non-existent. Why should you take it to heart?”
"You’re not the one being slandered here.”
I pushed him slightly, and he grabbed onto my hand. "Husband and wife are the same. Slandering you only means that they're slandering me as well."
He could still let out a smile at this moment.
I clutched my stomach, feeling rather tangled. "But Mrs. Zoel's right. I'm
somewhat connected to Serena's death."
"How so?"
It seemed like I never told him after Serena's accident. However, with Theo’s capability, it was impossible that he had not discovered it.
I raised my eyes and focused on Theo." Could it be that after Serena's accident, you didn't even bother to investigate?"
Hearing my words, Theo's mouth curled up slightly. "You guessed it."
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