The trending topic exploded across social media.
This time, the media showed some restraint in protecting minors–all photos a distant shot of Amelia walking hand in hand with a small figure carrying a
Fear of Nathan’s influence probably played a role in that decision.
But the internet went absolutely wild:
“Since when does Amelia have a kid?”
d locations involving the child were blurred. The only clear image was ckpack, both shown from behind.
“Right? Didn’t she and Nathan only get married like a year ago? Where’d this kid come from?”
“According to the reporter, the kid’s already school–age. But isn’t Amelia only 25?”
“This has to be some kind of scheme. She sees Nathan getting closer to Vivian, so she’s pulling this stunt!”
“Totally. She probably bought this trending topic herself!”
“This is disgusting. She can’t even wait six months? Vivian only has six months left!”
While the internet raged, Vivian hurled her coffee mug across her flower shop
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The cleaning lady silently swept up the glass shards and left.
Vivian grabbed her phone and dialed a number.
“What the hell is going on? How does she suddenly have a kid?”
A voice came through the phone: “Still unclear. We need to investigate. It feels off–if she really had a child years ago, Nathan would know about it. Maybe you should test the waters with him?”
“You mean…” Vivian’s eyes narrowed dangerously. “This is fake?”
“Possibly,” the voice replied. “Either way, ask Nathan first. Whether it’s real or fake, we’ll figure out how to handle it.”
After a pause, the voice added, “Vivian, I’ve got your back.”
Vivian finally relaxed and hung up.
She paced her shop, running through possibilities.
Option one: The kid was real. Impossible. Nathan cared deeply about children and they’d been married for a year–there’d be no reason to hide a child.
Option two: The kid was fake.
But why would Amelia pull something like this?
Then it hit her, and Vivian started laughing.
Why would Amelia suddenly produce a child at this exact moment? Given recent events, the answer was obvious.
Amelia felt threatened and was getting desperate.
Vivian’s eyes filled with mockery.
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“Amelia, I didn’t think you were this stupid!” She grabbed her phone and call Nathan.
Harrison Group Building
CEO’s Office
Eddie stood in front of Nathan’s desk, handing him a tablet.
*Mr. Harrison, here’s the latest update. I contacted the reporters like you ask and got the full story.”
Nathan scrolled through the content–internet gossip plus the intel Eddie had gathered.
“You can see the basic info about the child, sir. It’s a girl, looks under five years old. They caught Mrs. Harrison at a preschool.”
Eddie continued, “As requested, I’ve bought all the information. Nothing more detailed will surface online.”
In this age of paparazzi, information was a commodity to be sold.
This was clearly one of those cases.
The tablet showed Amelia in a coat, crouching to adjust a little girl’s clothes. The child’s voice was barely audible: “Mommy.”
This was the source material, so it wasn’t censored.
Nathan frowned. What was she trying to pull?
Where did she get a kid?
Just as Nathan was about to call Amelia, his phone buzzed.
Vivian.
After a moment’s thought, Nathan answered.
“Nathan.” Vivian’s voice came through tentatively. “Um… did you see what’s trending online today?”
Her tone was careful, almost fragile–heartbreaking to hear.
“You mean about Amelia?” Nathan cut straight to the point.
“Yeah.” She paused, then asked hesitantly, “Nathan, is that… is that your child with her?”
Nathan considered this. Over the past seven years, Amelia had been constantly by his side–they’d never been apart long enough for her to have and hide a pregnancy.
He shook his head. “I don’t think so.”
“Nathan, you don’t have to protect my feelings,” Vivian’s voice wavered, now thick with unshed tears. “You two have been together for so long. Having a child would be completely normal. I… I’m okay with it, and besides…”
She trailed off, leaving them both in silence.
After about thirty seconds, Vivian finally said, “Never mind.”
Nathan gazed out the floor–to–ceiling windows at the clouds drifting across the sky. “I’ll figure this out.”
But Vivian didn’t respond the way she usually did.
“Nathan, I don’t want to hurt her,” Vivian said. “I’m dying anyway. I don’t need much. I just… I just want you to love me.”
“But if this makes her unhappy, Nathan, go back to her.”
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“I’ll be fine.”
Her voice cracked with emotion.
But back in her flower shop, Vivian was smiling.
Sometimes rejection worked better than pleading.
Sure enough, Nathan’s voice came through the phone.”
“I’ll handle this,” he said. “Vivian, just focus on getting better.”
Meanwhile
Amelia stared at her phone screen.
After learning that all the information had been bought out across the web, she stopped searching.
Looking at the little girl’s artwork beside her, a small smile crossed her face.
A few days ago, Amelia had discovered medication in her car and suffered another episode.
By the time she reached Dr. Rogers‘ office that day, it was already late.
Her emotions were completely out of control.
“Your condition is getting worse,” Dr. Rogers told her. “I’ve been following the online news about what’s been happening to you. I just didn’t realize you’d also lost a child.”
In the hospital, Serena Rogers‘ face was full of compassion.
Sitting across from her, Amelia showed severe physical symptoms but remained expressionless, tears streaming silently down her face.
“What am I supposed to do?” Amelia whispered. “I’m in so much pain.”
“Dr. Rogers, isn’t there some pill I could take to make it stop hurting?”
Serena felt helpless.
In just two weeks since Amelia’s last visit, her condition had deteriorated significantly.
“Healing takes time,” Serena said gently. “Let’s start with an IV today, okay?”
This was an acute episode. If things got worse, they might need to consider electroconvulsive therapy.
That would require a family member’s consent.
From what Serena knew about Amelia, there were only two people who could serve as next of kin: her mother, and her husband, Nathan Harrison.
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