Chapter 90 Related to Mandy
"He's got a shoulder injury. Can you get a doctor?" Rachel pointed at Michael.
The manager nodded right away. "Of course, follow us to the lounge."
"Okay," Rachel said firmly. Michael got hurt saving her, so she felt it was her duty to stick with him until he saw a doctor.
Rachel got up, leaning on her crutches. Michael reached out to help her. "Let me give you a hand."
Rachel looked at his hand and calmly said, "No, I got this."
She walked off first, taking careful, deliberate steps.
Michael watched her being all cautious but still refusing help. He bit his lip, held back his impatience, and followed her quietly.
In the lounge, Michael took off his suit shirt, showing off a solid chest, and let the doctor treat his wound. Rachel sat on the sofa, staring at his shoulder, which was red from the impact. If he hadn't blocked it, she might've been seriously hurt.
Thinking about it made Rachel feel a wave of fear, and looking at his shoulder again, guilt started to eat at her.
"Mr. Smith..." Rachel started, her voice soft and unsure.
Before she could say more, Michael's phone rang, cutting her off.
Michael glanced at the caller ID, his eyes softened. "Mandy."
"Michael, are you okay?" Mandy's worried voice came through, almost in tears.
Michael squinted. "You found out?"
"Yeah, I saw it on the live stream. Michael, are you hurt?" Mandy asked, sounding super anxious.
Michael felt a warmth in his heart, his tone much gentler. "No, don't worry."
"That's good," Mandy said, sounding relieved. "Michael, James's game is almost over. Can I come see you?"
"Sure," Michael agreed.
After the call ended, he turned to Rachel. "What did you want to say?"
"Nothing," Rachel shook her head. She had wanted to invite him to dinner to thank him, but hearing Mandy was coming, she decided against it to avoid any drama.
Seeing Rachel didn't want to say more, Michael didn't push it, and the lounge went quiet.
Suddenly, Rachel remembered something and quickly took out her phone. Seeing John's missed call made her uneasy, wondering what was so urgent.
Rachel called back. John answered right away. "Rachel, something happened!"
Hearing John's urgent tone, Rachel got serious. "What is it?"
Michael, still dealing with the pain, looked at her.
John quickly explained, "You and Michael were seen watching the game together on a live stream. People on Twitter are talking about you, saying you're still tangled up with him after the divorce. They're even accusing you of messing with Michael and Mandy's relationship six years ago, forcing him to marry you during Mandy's car accident. Now, the internet is full of people cursing you!"
Rachel's eyes narrowed. "How could this happen?"
"What's wrong?" Michael noticed her pale face, his tone tense, with a concern he didn't even realize.
Rachel ignored him and asked John, "Who did this?"
"Not sure yet, I'm looking into it, but I suspect Mandy is involved," John replied. Very few people knew what happened six years ago, and only those who had a grudge against Rachel would twist the facts to smear her. The only ones with old grudges and knowledge of the past were Mandy and her family. So, whether it was Mandy herself or the Brown family, they were all suspects.
Rachel gripped her phone tightly, understanding the gravity of the situation. "I got it," she said.
John asked, "Rachel, should we fight back?"
Rachel took a deep breath. "We'll talk about it when I get back."
"Okay," John nodded, then added, "By the way, this has blown up, so there will definitely be media blocking the entrance to the stadium. Don't go out the main door."
"Got it," Rachel agreed.
After hanging up, she logged into Twitter. Seeing the flood of insults, she trembled with anger.
Michael noticed her almost biting her lip, his heart tightening. "What exactly happened?" he asked again.
Rachel finally spoke, with a cold laugh. "What else could it be? Mandy saw us sitting together on the live stream, got jealous, and started spreading rumors about me online."
Michael retorted, "Impossible!"
"Impossible?" Rachel clenched her fist, handing her phone to him. "This is what you call impossible."
Michael scrolled through the Twitter post and its horrifying comments, his brows furrowing. "It doesn't necessarily mean Mandy did it." Mandy had promised not to target Rachel anymore. He chose to trust Mandy.
"If not her, who else knows about what happened six years ago?" Rachel sneered, taking back her phone. "I only know that Mandy is the one who holds a grudge against me, so she's the prime suspect!"
Michael pressed his lips together, momentarily speechless. Indeed, Mandy was highly suspicious.
"I will find out the truth," Michael said seriously as he shrugged his shoulder and put on his coat.
Rachel watched him coldly and pressed, "And then? If it turns out to be Mandy, what will you do?"
Michael's eyes darkened. "It won't be Mandy."
Rachel sneered, "You're avoiding my question. You don't have confidence, do you?"
Michael's eyes flickered. "If it really is Mandy, I'll make her apologize to you."
"Another apology?" Rachel snorted, feeling a wave of helplessness.
Michael's brows furrowed. "Then what do you want?"
Rachel said coldly, "The rumors say I interfered in your relationship with Mandy six years ago. In that case, I'll do as they say. My request is simple: if it's proven that Mandy did this, I want you to never have any contact with Mandy again!"
She paused and stared at him coldly. "Michael, do you dare to agree?"
Michael's pupils contracted slightly, then returned to normal. "Does it have to be this way?" he asked.
"Afraid to bet?" Rachel retorted.
Michael rubbed his temples. "Alright, I promise you."
"Remember your promise, don't back out later," Rachel said icily, turning and leaving with her crutches.
She followed John's advice, not going out the main door but heading toward the back door of the stadium, while calling the driver to pick her up there. However, Rachel was still surrounded by a swarm of reporters.
"Ms. Williams, is the online rumor true? Did you really interfere in Mr. Smith and Miss Brown's relationship six years ago and scheme to marry Mr. Smith?" one reporter shouted.
"Ms. Williams, are you unwilling to accept the divorce with Mr. Smith and want to win him back?" another pressed.
"How do you justify this to Mr. Davis?" a third demanded.
Facing the barrage of questions, Rachel's mind buzzed. She took a deep breath and coldly responded, "Sorry, I won't answer any questions right now."
"Ms. Williams, are you not answering because you feel guilty?" another reporter called out, pushing a microphone closer to her.
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