Chapter 55 She Was Cyberbullied

Emily scrolled through the comments, one by one.

[This Emily is absolutely disgusting, hiring someone to assault Olivia abroad and not letting her come back home!]

[Yeah, now she's been dumped. Mr. Smith was finally about to get engaged to Olivia, but she still tried to seduce him. What a slut!]

[Who does she think she is? She's just a tramp who climbed up by relying on men, now finally showing her true colors!]

[Women like her should be shunned. She doesn't deserve happiness at all and deserves to be abandoned by everyone!]

[I heard she's pregnant again, and no one knows who the father is? She even claims it's Mr. Smith's? I bet it's not.]

[It's so ironic. A scumbag like her won't give birth to anything good!]

[How could Mr. Smith be interested in such a woman? She must have drugged him or used some tricks to force him.]

[Exactly, someone like her is capable of any deplorable act.]

[Emily, get out of our sight!]

[She's still working as a hostess at Moonlit Tavern.]

[Does a woman like her even deserve to live? She should just die! If I were her, I'd commit suicide to apologize!]

Suddenly, Emily's name became the target of public criticism, frantically searched online, with all kinds of negative comments flooding in.

Netizens dug up her address and photos, even information about her working at Moonlit Tavern.

Emily felt utterly lost. She never expected Olivia and James to be so vicious, publicly defaming her online like this.

Emily sat in her room, the walls around her seemed to be closing in, suffocating her.

Her fingers tightly gripped her phone, the screen flashing with malicious comments like sharp blades, mercilessly stabbing her heart.

Her eyes filled with tears, her vision blurred, but those harsh words were clearly etched in her mind, impossible to erase.

Emily curled up, her body trembling slightly, her breathing becoming rapid and heavy, each breath feeling like inhaling icy air, piercing her lungs.

It felt like the whole world was against her, pushing her to the edge of hell.

Emily closed her eyes, hiding under the blanket, trying to escape this cruel reality. But those vicious comments clung to her like a nightmare, making it impossible to break free. Her mind kept replaying those sharp words, each one carving a deep wound in her heart, bleeding profusely.

"James, why are you doing this to me?" Her fingers weakly released the phone, letting it slide to the floor. Her body slowly curled into a ball, silent tears falling, dripping onto the cold floor. Her heart was breaking, as if she had fallen into endless darkness, unable to find a way out.

Netizens only found the Johnson Villa's address, cursing daily on the Johnson Group's official Twitter account.

Even Olivia's fervent fans placed dead rats at the entrance of the Johnson Villa.

The Johnson Group reacted quickly, immediately issuing a statement on Twitter that since Emily and James divorced, they had severed all ties with Emily and had no further contact.

By the next morning, all those nasty messages were gone, like they never existed.

At the Williams Villa, Finn hung up the phone, rubbing his temples. "It's not that I don't care about Emily. As soon as the news broke yesterday, your mom tried to suppress it, but the other side is determined. So it has been delayed until now."

John, standing nearby, looked grim, his fists clenched so tight his veins were popping.

Finn sighed, patting his shoulder. "I know you like Emily, but we've done our best. Don't beat yourself up."

A hint of worry flashed in Finn's eyes. "Your mom and I both know Emily's a good girl, but she has a child now. The Williams Family has already been ridiculed. You can't keep getting entangled. John, think it over."

Finn didn't dislike Emily, but many in their circle knew about Emily and John's relationship, and now outsiders were openly and secretly mocking the Williams Family.

John lowered his head, speaking softly, "Dad, I'll handle it."

With that, John turned and left, leaving Finn to rub his forehead with a bitter smile and sigh.

No one knew Emily lived in this small apartment, but she hadn't left the house for days. Even though the news had been suppressed, her photos were still circulating online. Emily didn't want to go out and face anyone's malice or scrutinizing eyes.

James had called her a few times, but after she declined the calls, he stopped trying.

John came over every evening to keep her company, cook for her, and comfort her. He never asked if she had done those things or delved into why she worked at Moonlit Tavern. John understood everything, but besides feeling heartbroken and helpless, he couldn't blame her. He just stayed with her and took care of her like a friend.

Evelyn also occasionally sent messages to chat with Emily, cursing those boring netizens. Over the days, their relationship deepened, and they talked about everything.

Evelyn: [Don't take those people's words to heart. Their speech is vile and offensive; they are nothing but foolish, trend-following leeches of society. You don't need to give them any heed.]

Emily: [I know, don't worry.]

Seeing Evelyn's message on the screen, Emily smiled for the first time in days. Thankfully, with Evelyn and John around, she could survive this painful life. If she were alone, she couldn't even imagine if she could endure after seeing those vicious comments.

As she was replying to Evelyn's message, the doorbell suddenly rang. Emily looked up warily. John always let her know before coming over and wouldn't knock suddenly. And besides John and James, no one else knew where she lived. But she knew James wouldn't knock so gently.

'Who could it be? Could it be someone from the internet?' Emily tensed up, her palms starting to sweat.

Emily tiptoed carefully, silently peeking through the peephole, and never expected that the visitor would be Grace.

She hesitated for a moment, then opened the door.