When His Nauseous Sweetheart Frowns, the Tycoon's Family Takes Turns Pampering Her-Chapter 72: Not to Cage Her Like a Canary

Joy Coleman was so angry her hands were shaking.

How could this Eliana Yates person just take a video and spew such lies?

The netizens didn’t even know the full story, but they were already jumping on the bandwagon, cursing her out.

Luna came from a humble background, so she worked part-time. She was earning money with her own two hands to pay for Mrs. Axton’s medical bills. Shouldn’t she be praised for her independence and strength?

As for the accusations of her sleeping her way to the top... they had no idea how much the president adored Luna.

Couldn’t you just as easily interpret their words as a classic case of sour grapes?

These netizens have absolutely no judgment of their own. They only want to hear and see what they want to believe. They could be led right off a cliff and wouldn’t even realize it.

"Let’s stop watching. Let’s just turn it off."

Joy Coleman’s eyes turned red. Someone had even thrown hot milk tea on Luna. She had no idea.

’With Luna’s gentle and calm personality, how could she possibly have offended someone like that?’

’The person who threw the tea must have been in the wrong.’

"No." Luna Axton grabbed her hand as she was about to turn off the phone.

"Watch. Not only are we going to watch, but we’re also going to screen-record it. We’re saving everything she says."

"Luna..." Joy’s heart ached for her.

Luna Axton said, "Watch."

Luna Axton’s calmness surprised even herself.

She watched Eliana Yates’s live stream with a tense expression.

The stream was filled with surveillance footage of her part-time jobs and videos of her internship at Concordia Medical Hall.

As Eliana showed the videos to the viewers, she excitedly spread her rumors. Fueled by a dopamine rush, she probably didn’t even realize how dangerous her words were.

Freedom of speech doesn’t mean the internet is a lawless land.

Luna Axton had no idea how Eliana got her hands on the surveillance footage from her part-time jobs.

But the videos of her at Concordia Medical Hall...

’So when Eliana pointed her phone at me, she really was filming me.’

’My intuition was right.’

Eliana had posted the videos online to laugh at and criticize her with the netizens.

From her clothes to her lifestyle, the before-and-after changes were used to paint her as a gold-digging slut who sold her body and slept her way up the social ladder.

’How can a person be so cruel!’

Luna Axton felt a tightness in her chest, the pain making her breath come in short gasps.

She desperately wanted to crawl through the internet, appear in front of Eliana, stuff a pair of stinky socks in her mouth, and slap her a few times.

"Luna, this must be so hard for you." Joy Coleman’s voice was muffled, her nose stuffy with unshed tears. "I had no idea you were going through so much. I’m sorry you had to bear all this alone."

Luna Axton was too angry to speak. She just hugged Joy and gently patted her back.

’Joy can’t get dragged into this. She’s in the middle of a critical period for her internship assessment.’

Being targeted like this online for the first time, Luna Axton was at a complete loss.

’What do I do after I finish recording the live stream?’

As she felt lost and helpless, a new worry surfaced.

’Even Joy couldn’t help but cry seeing this. What would happen if Mom saw it?’

’I can’t let Mom see these videos and comments online.’

She had to find Blaze Fairchild. Other than him, she didn’t know who else could help her handle this.

"Joy, I’m going to find Blaze Fairchild and explain the situation."

"Right. We have the recording. Let’s go find the president right now."

Blaze Fairchild had been discussing a project when Kyle Joyce hurried over and whispered a few words in his ear.

Blaze’s face instantly turned cold. The people around him knew something was wrong.

He looked over to where Luna Axton was and saw her hugging Joy Coleman, who was crying.

Blaze ordered in a cold voice, "Handle it."

"Yes, sir." Kyle Joyce nodded and left, his steps betraying a hint of excitement. Someone was about to learn a hard lesson.

The consequence for running one’s mouth was legal retribution.

Not satisfied with having her account suspended, she’d actually made a new one to start a live stream.

This person wasn’t just crazy, she was brainless—being used as a pawn without a clue.

The men saw that Blaze Fairchild had something to attend to and, reading the room, quickly excused themselves. "President Fairchild, please, don’t let us keep you."

Blaze strode toward Luna Axton. "Luna."

Luna Axton stood up, relieved. "You’re here. I need to talk to you about something."

Blaze’s voice, stripped of its earlier cold fury, was gentle. "I know. Let’s go home first."

"I’ll call Grant and make sure Mom doesn’t see those videos." Luna Axton pulled Joy to her feet. "Are you coming with us?"

Joy Coleman wasn’t about to stand by and watch her best friend get bullied. She wanted to do her part, and collecting and organizing evidence was her specialty.

"You go handle your business. I still have work here. I’ll send you the screen recording later."

On the way back, Blaze Fairchild was on the phone the entire time.

Luna Axton sat obediently to the side, listening in silence.

’With Blaze here, I don’t have to do anything.’

Luna Axton picked at the dead skin on her cuticles, her interactions with Eliana Yates replaying in her mind like a movie.

The first time they met, Eliana had been arrogant and condescending, ignoring both her and Paige with equal disdain.

Was Eliana targeting her like this just because she hadn’t agreed to swap supervising instructors with her?

’Isn’t that reason too extreme?’

Besides your parents, no one in this world will unconditionally bend to your will.

Luna Axton downloaded the live streaming app on her phone and searched, only to find that Eliana’s stream had already ended.

She tried searching her own name, "Luna Axton," but again, there were no relevant results.

How was she supposed to prove that Eliana’s twisted words weren’t the truth?

The fact was, she *was* pregnant.

But she couldn’t let Lucky be born already saddled with labels, haunted by these rumors.

And she couldn’t let the people who were good to her worry—everyone at Concordia Medical Hall, her mother’s colleagues, her university professors.

Rumors don’t just die with the wise.

A rumor is like a respiratory virus; it spreads wider and wider. The only way to control it is with antiviral medicine.

Luna Axton opened her university’s academic forum, but she hadn’t logged in for so long that it asked for her password.

She couldn’t remember it.

She had only registered and logged into the school forum once, four years ago, when she received her university acceptance letter.

After that, she’d been so busy with part-time jobs that she hadn’t opened most of her social media apps.

Blaze Fairchild finished his call and glanced over to see her on the school forum, taking a screenshot.

"Luna, you don’t have to do all this. I’ll take care of it completely."

Luna Axton was touched. "But I can’t just hide behind you every time something happens."

The previous incident with Eliana hadn’t even been resolved yet, and now this live stream had caught her completely off guard.

She didn’t like this feeling of panicking whenever trouble arose.

Change only comes from constantly experiencing things, both good and bad.

Blaze Fairchild stared into her resolute dark eyes, momentarily stunned.

She looked sweet and cute, with a docile personality like a little white rabbit.

Her beauty wasn’t the flamboyant, show-stopping kind. With her short hair and clean, radiant skin, she was the type of person who became more and more pleasant to look at over time.

Whenever he thought of that face, he wanted nothing more than to protect her, hide her away at home, and present her with all the best things in the world just to see her happy.

He had forgotten. She was a top scorer on the college entrance exams. She had her own principles.

Her personality wasn’t suited to being kept like a canary in a gilded cage.

She was only twenty-two. She needed to experience things, to grow, to forge her own identity.

Her life was just beginning. He couldn’t overstep his bounds and take over everything for her.

What he should be was her support system, standing behind her.

So that when she turned around, he could embrace her, give her strength and help, and support her in becoming the person she wanted to be.

"What does Luna want to do?" Blaze Fairchild asked.