Chapter 444 Tiffany's Notoriety
The video of Tiffany and Debra causing a scene at the funeral quickly went viral!
Whether it was Landon working behind the scenes or the media present who disliked Tiffany and conspired together, the internet only exposed May confronting Tiffany, and Kimberly's grandmother pouring soup on Tiffany. Evelyn and Edward were barely shown, well protected.
Originally, the fact that Evelyn was Edward's ex-wife was more explosive than Tiffany abusing the servants.
But with pressure from both Landon and Edward, which journalist would dare to release that information easily? They all feared for their careers.
Even though rumors about the two being secretly married were spreading wildly online, the storm around Tiffany was so big that those rumors seemed insignificant.
Netizens spread GIFs of Tiffany covered in soup all over the internet, accompanied by various cheeky remarks. The Wellington Group's PR team couldn't delete them fast enough.
[I hope Tiffany lives a long life; my life depends on her negative news!]
[This venomous woman who doesn't care about others' dignity should spend the rest of her life in jail!]
[Tiffany's two daughters aren't any better!]
[Tiffany's eldest daughter is definitely a bad person, but her second daughter has never appeared in public, is very low-key, and has no negative news. She should be a good girl, right?]
[What kind of good daughters can a shrew like Tiffany raise? Birds of a feather!]
Tiffany's reputation was utterly ruined, as well as Debra's. But this was far from enough.
Evelyn and Edward didn't just want them to lose their reputation.
They wanted them destroyed!
Eric, after handling business and matters with Edward, was ready to go home and say goodbye to Molly.
Sitting in the car, he furiously scrolled through Twitter comments, using a fake account to curse out every netizen who insulted Molly!
Eric, usually so arrogant and wild, was now cursing and fighting with these netizens. All to vent Molly's anger!
The driver was so scared that he was sweating while driving, his whole body trembling except for his hands, which were steady due to muscle memory.
"Ellen!" Eric suddenly roared.
The driver turned pale with fright, trembling, "Mr. Clark, you told her to stay at the villa to take care of Mrs. Clark; she didn't come with us."
"I forgot in my anger." He held his forehead, exhaling a breath.
Now, everyone around Eric, from top to bottom, was ordered to address Molly as "Mrs. Clark."
He even wanted to transfer half of his shares and all his properties in Mugden to Molly's name.
He had been planning this for a long time, and the reason he hadn't acted yet was that he wanted to wait until the current big issue was resolved before formally discussing marriage with the Wellington family.
Before that, he had to help Edward and Evelyn deal with Tiffany.
Eric couldn't wait to get home, so he called Ellen directly: "Ellen, immediately have someone monitor online comments! If any media says a bad word about Molly, catch that journalist, and I'll beat him so badly his mother won't recognize him!"
"If any netizen stirs up trouble, find them too, and I'll sue them until they're bankrupt!"
"I've already started having people delete comments unfavorable to Mrs. Clark. Like you, I don't want this farce to affect Mrs. Clark." Ellen, who had been with him for many years, knew him too well.
"Good job! I'll give you a bonus later!" Eric nodded in satisfaction.
"But there's a more troublesome issue right now."
Ellen sighed, feeling guilty, "This morning, at Kimberly's funeral, Mrs. Clark found out while watching TV."
Eric's heart tightened; his worst fear had come true.
"It was my oversight. I didn't expect the news to come out so quickly, especially since it had been completely blocked before."
"But these are not excuses; it's my fault. I failed in my duty. Don't give me a bonus; punish me instead."
Ellen was deeply troubled and willing to accept punishment.
"It's not your fault, Ellen. You take care of Molly every day and handle work for me; you've already worked hard enough."
Eric felt a heavy weight on his chest, his eyes filled with worry. "How is Molly now?"
"Mrs. Clark is not well; she's been crying nonstop. You should come back and see her."
"Okay, I'm on my way."
Ending the call, Eric thought of Molly crying at home, feeling worried, scared, and anxious. His blood pressure shot up, and he kicked the back of the driver's seat.
"Drive faster! Do you want to lose your job?"
"Yes, sir!" The driver floored the gas pedal.
Eric rushed home, not even changing his clothes before running upstairs to see Molly.
"Mr. Clark." Ellen was waiting outside the door and bowed.
"Is she inside?" Eric's heart was pounding.
"Yes, she hasn't eaten or drunk anything, and she won't come out."
Ellen bit her lip, feeling troubled, "I didn't dare go in. You know, at times like this, she needs you the most."
Eric gently pushed open the door and walked into the room.
Even though it was daytime, all the curtains were drawn, and the lights were off, making the room oppressively dark.
"Honey? Honey?"
Eric searched the study, bedroom, dressing room, and bathroom, but couldn't find the person he was thinking about.
Eric panicked, his broad shoulders trembling under his crisp suit, his palms soaked with cold sweat!
"Molly? Molly?"
His calls brought Ellen rushing in from outside.
"Molly is missing!" Eric was frantic.
"How could that be?" Ellen was also panicked, "I've been guarding the door; she hasn't left the room!"
This statement was like a bolt from the blue, making Eric's handsome face turn pale, his heart pounding as if it would leap out of his throat!
He ran to the window, yanked open the curtains and window, and his mind filled with terrifying images he could barely handle!
Summoning his courage, Eric, sweating profusely, red-eyed, looked down.
Everything was calm; there was nothing.
He let out a long breath, his heart settling halfway, but he felt utterly exhausted, his crisp suit drenched in sweat.
Ellen knew what Eric feared, and she was just as scared.
Molly had mental health issues, and they were really afraid she might do something extreme if she was upset!
"Find her!"
Eric slammed his large hand on the windowsill, his sharp eyes filled with anxious red, "Even if you have to tear down the entire villa, find my wife!"
"Yes! I'll take people to search right away!"
Ellen immediately set off to look.
The room returned to silence, and Eric's frantic tension eased a bit, allowing him to regain some composure.
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