Overprotected By My Tsundere CEO-Chapter 702 - 442: Stirring Up Trouble Despite Being Disabled? Admirable Spirit
First, there was a wave of hired trolls ranting away until they were satisfied, and then the netizens genuinely started bashing him.
[This guy is a cripple and still looking to cause trouble?? Gotta admire his spirit.]
[So Marcus Shaw and Scott really were wronged?]
[What good is apologizing now? The two guys have already withdrawn from the Mecha Tournament! It’s halfway through, and all the delays have happened. Can he afford to compensate for it?!]
[The evidence is conclusive. Can those who were bashing the two guys before now come forward and apologize?]
...
With the identity of "Nora’s brother," whenever Marcus Shaw and Oliver Scott appeared in the public eye, they came with their own buzz. Moreover, both are academic stars and handsome. If it weren’t for Marshall Ferreira stirring the pot, they would’ve gained a massive following long ago. Now that things are clarified, Marcus Shaw and Oliver Scott are being shoved back into the public eye by netizens, showered with praise.
However, neither of them has a public Weibo account, so their fans have no opportunity to praise them in their own space.
As for Marshall Ferreira—
He’s utterly finished.
Knowing that Marshall Ferreira tried to harm his two kids, Ernesto Scott definitely won’t let it slide. A criminal record is surely something Marshall Ferreira will have to carry; with Pedro Langley’s actions and the lawyer’s letter, Marshall Ferreira’s reputation online is completely tarnished. Even if netizens have fish-like memories, the incident will surely spread to the school and among friends and family, leaving a lasting impression, and Marshall Ferreira’s reputation is certainly destroyed; and at this moment, Marshall Ferreira, having been beaten up by the Nameless hero, is lying in a hospital bed, immobile in his limbs...
Nora Scott let out a "hiss."
Just thinking about it is tragic.
While Benjamin Durant did not consider the matter with Sophie Scott, for Marshall Ferreira to admit to all he has done is, on reflection, actually the "optimal solution."
*
The next day, at first light.
Crystal Hughes walked out of the bedroom in her nightgown, drowsy-eyed, yawning and rubbing her eyes with the back of her hand.
It wasn’t even six o’clock yet, but it was already bright outside. The morning sun was golden, streaming into the balcony, slanting in and refracting intensely, making Crystal close her eyes involuntarily.
In the next moment, all of Crystal’s drowsiness vanished; she opened her eyes wide in a panic, stretched out her hand, and saw her empty fingers, stunned.
Where was the ring Andrew gave her?
Her heart tightened as Crystal hurried back to the bedroom, frantically searching all over. 𝙛𝓻𝒆𝓮𝒘𝙚𝙗𝒏𝙤𝙫𝓮𝒍.𝓬𝒐𝙢
The bed, with the covers pulled back, nothing.
The bedside table, drawers, nothing.
Dressing table, bay window, desk, gaps...
Nowhere, absolutely nowhere.
Crystal’s face turned slightly pale. She returned to the living room to search, her head aching persistently, stabbing with pain.
After nearly twenty minutes of fruitless effort, Crystal ran to the bathroom, turned on the tap, and splashed herself with cold water, trying to calm down.
But as soon as she opened her eyes, she saw the ring sitting on the sink.
A memory flooded back—
Taken off while washing hands last night and forgotten to put back on when leaving.
Nose tingling, Crystal splashed some more water on her face to suppress the sour feeling, then stood upright, picked up the ring, and clutched it in her palm.
Looking at the pale reflection in the mirror, recent coworkers’ voices echoed in her ears—
"Crystal, what’s up with you lately? Your state seems off."
"So young and constantly forgetting things, that’s not good."
"What’s up with Crystal? Ever since she returned this time, her work ability has noticeably dropped. Became a correspondent and ended up with issues?"
...
In the next instant, her former boss’s voice sounded: "Hughes, did you visit the psychologist I recommended last time? You can’t keep dragging things out like this. When treatment is needed, go for it, and take medication if necessary."
Crystal pressed her lips together, hesitation flashing in her eyes.
"Mama!"
A childish voice pulled Crystal’s attention back.
Crystal turned around and saw Andrew Hughes standing in the bathroom door, with messy short hair, rubbing his eyes and looking over curiously.
Now a bit more awake, Andrew Hughes opened his eyes, lowered his hands, and asked curiously, "What’s wrong with you? Did something go missing at home?"
Crystal finally regained her senses, looked at the messy living room, paused, and quickly said, "No. I was just looking for something. Did I wake you up?"
Andrew Hughes shook his head, "It’s okay. Mama, did you find what you were looking for? Do you need my help?"
"I found it."
Crystal smiled softly, her eyes gentle, but with a hint of unresolved worry.
...
Peter Hughes was recently working overtime and hadn’t come back.
She had to go to work today too, makeup and dressing up were indispensable. Crystal’s rummaging wasted quite some time, and her initial plan to make a nice meal for Andrew Hughes had to be canceled. Crystal just had time to make two bowls of noodles.
