Chapter 909 Just Listen to Me
"I've sorted out all of the photos. I'll send them to you later. All the photos of our wedding are with you, right? Send them to me later," Waverly said softly.
"Got it, I'll send everything to you. You may have to burn the midnight oil tonight," Bellamy said worriedly.
"Don't worry about it. I wanted to do it anyway. But is the money from Student's Giggles enough for you?" Waverly said anxiously.
"Stella called me three hours ago. They've prepared 500 million dollars for me. If that's not enough, they'll transfer some money to me again," Bellamy explained.
Waverly felt guilty. She had been arguing with Stella that night during New Year's Eve. Yet, at this critical moment, Stella helped her without hesitation.
"She's really perfect," Waverly said sincerely, "You have good taste."
Bellamy stared at Waverly, not denying her words.
He had a good taste all along. For example, he had been attracted to Stella and he had once fallen in love with her.
Waverly pulled an all-nighter. She was memorizing the questions Bellamy had prepared for her.
Bellamy was extremely meticulous in his work. He had also thought of many things that she didn't expect.
She didn't want a divorce. She wanted to be with Bellamy forever. She was willing to stay by his side, even if he didn't love her.
When she left her room at 6.30 a.m., Bellamy was already sitting at the dining table.
His dark circles under the eyes meant that he didn't sleep the whole night either.
When he saw her, he smiled and said, "You got up earlier than I expected."
"So did you." Waverly didn't say that she had been up the whole night. She sat opposite Bellamy.
Marie brought some breakfast for Waverly.
She ate quietly. Bellamy didn't speak as well. After she was done, Bellamy said, "I have an appointment with the notary public's office at 9 a.m. We'll go to the hospital at 8.30 a.m. The live broadcast will be the cue for them to start their first attack."
Waverly nodded.
Bellamy knew that she would face a lot of messages that would tear open her past scars and cause her distress during the live broadcast. His heart ached for her, and he held her hand.
Her hand was cold.
"Why are your hands so cold? You should put on another layer of clothes later. It'll be much colder outside," Bellamy reminded.
"Okay," Waverly said, letting him hold her hand. She relished the warmth of his body.
Bellamy suddenly let go of her hand and went upstairs.
Waverly guessed that he was also going to put on some extra clothes. She went into her room and put on a set of thermal undergarments. Stepping out of her room, she saw Bellamy, already at her door. He handed her a pair of leather gloves and said, "They're great for keeping your hands warm. Put them on."
"You've given me your gloves, what about yourself?" Waverly asked worriedly.
"Have you ever seen my hands cold? Last winter, I only wore one layer of clothes and I didn't feel cold at all. Now that I have many layers on me, I won't feel cold without the gloves," Bellamy said gently.
Waverly hesitated; she didn't accept his gloves.
Bellamy suddenly took her hands and helped her to put on the gloves. "I just added a dozen or so questions. If you have time now, please memorize the answers."
Waverly nodded.
When she was going through the answers, Bellamy went to the study to make the final preparations.
In an attempt to prove her innocence, Waverly took off all her clothes. Several women from the team of experts compared her body to the one in the video. Scrupulously, they scrutinized every detail and deliberated among themselves. Everything was recorded.
They were very thorough in their inspection. It took them a good half an hour to conclude that the woman in the video wasn't Waverly.
Bellamy's people posted the outcome of the inspection online.
After Waverly dressed, Bellamy entered the room and handed her a cup of hot tea.
Waverly sat calmly in the examination room. Perhaps she was awake the whole night or because she had been memorizing so much, her mind was blank now.
She accepted the tea from Bellamy.
"The Student's Giggles team has already gone off to run some errands. Are you hungry?" Bellamy asked tenderly.
Waverly smiled. "It's not even 10 a.m. yet. I'm not hungry. I'm just a little sleepy."
Bellamy sat next to her, casually placing his hand on her shoulder. "Take a nap. I'll let you know when we need to go live. Your looks are rightly passable even if you don't have any makeup on."
Waverly propped her head on his shoulder. "You don't usually compliment my appearance."
"It's not really a compliment when you're born beautiful," Bellamy said, looking at her with a grin.
Waverly grinned back, closing her eyes.
She was very strange. She clearly knew that it would be better to do certain things in the morning instead of staying up late at night. Her regret would only plague her when she wakes up tired the next morning. Why didn't she go to bed early at night, so that she might be more productive when she wakes up in the morning?
Time passed by. Tired and sleepy though she was, her mind was still very active, thus she couldn't fall asleep.
Common sense dictated that she would feel invigorated during the live broadcast if she napped for a while. However, the more she thought about it, the more sleep eluded her.
"Do you feel uncomfortable sleeping this way? Let's go home now. I'll get someone to set up a broadcast room in our villa. We still have time," Bellamy said worriedly.
Waverly rose to her feet and looked at him. "Bell, what if the live broadcast screws up this time? If you divorce me again, you'll be frowned upon by those who support me. But if you don't, you'll be attacked by those who oppose me."
"Don't think too much. We're not necessarily going to lose. There are always risks in doing anything. It's a fact that justice always prevails, so don't be afraid," Bellamy comforted.
It was impossible for her not to be afraid when she still had a bad premonition that going live was not as simple as they had expected.
Half an hour later, someone had already started to attack Waverly on the Internet. It was much more violent than she had imagined. The person even put up many photos of Waverly and Lenold in the past.
An hour later, Waverly sat smiling in front of the broadcast room. An incoming storm of troll messages had been brewing below her even before she spoke.
"Why are you so disgusting? You still have the nerve to smile."
"First Lady? More like First Loser."
"You plastic surgery freak, leave the President. Let me have him."
"Is this the legendary two-faced wench?"
"Your skin is thicker than a wall. How shameless of you to go live."
"Go back to your country. The women in M Country are all f*cking b*tches."
"You guys don't go around making any random attacks. Come on, put your brain cells to good use. It's already proven that Mrs. President is innocent. She was framed."
"Her husband is the Mr. President, the notary public's office belongs to her family. Could we believe the proof? We saw the photos and videos with our very own eyeballs."
......
Within ten seconds, the number of comments had exceeded five digits.
Waverly glanced at them, taking a deep breath.
"Don't look at those messages. Just listen to me. I will read the questions to you," Bellamy said to Waverly through the Bluetooth headset.
Waverly tried her best to compose herself.
For every question asked by netizens, Bellamy guided Waverly with the standard response.
All of the questions were within Bellamy's expectations. They let the trolls reply, attack and justify themselves, bringing in a lot of fans with them.
The situation was still decent. 80 percent of the viewers were on Waverly's side and believed in her innocence.
Waverly had skipped lunch in order to go through with the live broadcast. She was afraid of leaving and losing her fans.
At 4:.10 p.m., the trolls suddenly gained a foothold again.
Bellamy looked at the hateful messages, his face darkening...
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