A countless number of reporters suddenly rushed in.
"Miss Clayton! Is it true that you’re still secretly together with James Grant in private?"
"Miss Clayton, did you know James Grant was engaged, yet you still chose to be with him? Doesn’t that make you a homewrecker?"
"Please answer us, Miss Clayton!"
The lights focused on her, the incandescent bulbs flashing brightly.
At this moment, she seemed like the biggest stain, exposed and laid bare in all her filth.
Evelyn Clayton suddenly panicked.
The reporters swarmed in, blocking the hospital room completely.
"What are you doing! Stop spreading baseless rumors!"
Yara Reagan desperately tried to stop them, but was pushed and jostled by the throng, almost falling over.
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The IV needle was yanked out of the back of her hand, the blood flowing back into the tube with a sharp pain.
Before she could recover, the reporters pressed on frantically.
"Miss Clayton, could you please answer? Did you interfere in the marriage of James Grant and Lynn Yates? Photos of you and James Grant being intimate have surfaced online, isn’t it undeniable proof?"
Upon hearing this, Evelyn was stunned: "What?"
What photos of them were taken?
Yara stood in front of her, trying her best to fend them off.
"Please leave! The patient needs rest! If this continues, I’ll call security!"
"Security! Where is security?!"
The hospital security finally squeezed through the crowd, wielding batons to disperse them.
Evelyn finally came back to her senses.
She trembled as she took out her phone and opened the trending searches with tens of millions of hits.
The headline "Evelyn Clayton is a homewrecker" dominated all the major trending lists, with countless insults directed at her in the comments.
Homewrecker, slut, shameless, bitch...
Every insult was poured over her in a frenzy.
The phone suddenly rang, making her shudder. It was James Grant calling.
Evelyn’s hand shook as she answered, and the icy, deep voice of James Grant came through.
"Something’s happened, stay in the hospital and don’t move."
Before she could speak, Yara suddenly rushed over and grabbed the phone, hanging up forcefully.
Yara’s eyes were ablaze, biting her lip tightly.
It seemed like a silent protest against her contact with James Grant.
Yara clearly understood that all her grievances stemmed from James Grant.
The door of the Grant residence was violently kicked open, James Grant’s face was ominous and terrifying, his eagle-like eyes seeing Harrison Grant sitting in the living room, and a tyrannical aura erupted.
He strode up to Harrison Grant, his dark eyes brimming with murderous intent: "Was it you?"
Harrison was startled by his demeanor, panic in his eyes, denying with a held breath.
"Are you crazy?! I’m your father! What did I do? I did nothing!"
He leaned in closer, his anger pushing the blood vessels to the surface of his eyes.
"If not you, then who else could it be."
Harrison also got angry, forcefully pushing him away.
"You’re doubting me? And what about you—agreeing to the engagement with the Yates family on the surface, yet secretly involved with Evelyn Clayton! Now that you’ve been found out and can’t hide it, you come questioning your old man?!"
The sound of a teacup shattering on the floor was particularly loud and piercing, with scalding tea splashing onto his hand.
A red mark from the burn appeared, yet the madness and hostility in his eyes didn’t diminish in the slightest.
James Grant’s eyes were fiercely menacing, squeezing out words through gritted teeth.
"Harrison Grant, if you dare to touch her, don’t blame me for disregarding family ties and tearing down the Grant Family."