?<strong>Chapter 419:</strong>


    Meanwhile, M scrolled through her phone, muttering, “This is so sad. If I were ridiculed like that, I might have considered ending it all.”


    Her manicurist responded, “True, Joelle looked too put together. You wouldn’t guess she was mourning her son. Anyone else might have lost their mind.”


    As M flipped through her phone, she absentmindedly ate some fruit with a fork. She then came across posts from her industry peers defending Joelle.


    “One thing I can say is that Joelle has always deeply cared for her children. Judging her solely by her attire isn’t fair. It overlooks all her efforts.”


    After one person spoke out, many others joined in. Byte morning, a significant portion of their industry was supporting Joelle.


    M scoffed at the wave of support.


    She picked up her phone and made a call. “Hello? I need you to hire some inte trolls.”


    “What for?”


    “It’s about Joelle. I need trolls.”


    “Really? I heard Joelle is having a tough time. We shouldn’t push her to the brink.”


    “She’s still out there dressing like that after her son’s death. Don’t underestimate how tough she is.”


    “But—”


    “I’ll pay three times the usual rate.” Money talks.


    The person hesitated initially, but finally agreed.


    After Rnd’s funeral, Joelle developed a high fever and had to stay in bed for several days. Aurora, worried about her mother, was kept from visiting.


    She had already lost her brother, and now her mother was ill too.


    In the past, she would have sought Dunn’s guidance, but now he was unreachable.


    One quiet evening, she entered the study alone. “‘Mr.Miller…”


    Adrian immediately stubbed out his cigarette and opened the window as he approached her. “Why are you still awake?”


    Visibly distressed, Aurora replied, “I want to see Mom.”


    Adrian scooped her up onto hisp, apologizing, “I’m sorry for neglecting you these past few days.”


    Aurora shook her head in understanding. “It’s okay. I know everyone is sad about Rnd. I miss him too.” She then pressed her face into Adrian’s shirt and began to sob loudly.


    “Alright,” Adrian whispered, soothingly stroking her back. “Let it all out. When you’re ready, we’ll go see your mom.”


    In that moment, Aurora felt a strong urge to call him Dad. Her family was dwindling. Still, she held back. Her tears were real, just like her self-control.


    Minutester, Adrian took her to Joelle’s side.


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