Chapter 702 A Troublemaker
Although what concerned Fiona and Darwin was forbidden to be a trending topic, it still received a lot of attention on Fiona's Facebook page. For the first time on social media, Fiona posted a picture of her son and daughter. Even if it was just their backs, it garnered a lot of attention.
[Aw, have the two little ones grown taller? They're so adorable!]
[Wow, Fiona finally posted on Facebook!]
[Little sister is half a head taller than big brother. I am anxious. Big brother needs to grow fast!]
[Hugs to Secretary Woods, everything will be okay!]
In addition to these comments, there were also more inquiries about Darwin. Others noticed the words "love letter" and began speculating that Fiona had emerged from the sadness of losing her husband and was starting a new chapter in her life.
[I heard from a reliable source that shortly after Darwin's death, she started dating the heir to the jewelry industry.]
[It seems that the rumors are true, your rich people’s emotions truly are intense yet vulnerable. At least pretend to be sorrowful, right?]
These kinds of comments started to appear more frequently in the comment section. Before long, Thalassa jumped into the discussion and commented: [No wonder there were Irises personally selected by Mr. Solomon. They are resilient. In the second year of planting, they have already bloomed. The love letter delivered late is super romantic!].
The netizens suddenly realized that the delayed love letter mentioned by Fiona referred to this Iris garden. Fans of the couple immediately fell to the ground, crying dramatically.
[We've been mercilessly tortured!]
[I think the delayed love letter isn't just the Irises, but also refers to Mr. Solomon's son and daughter, right?]
[Oh my god, can't you give me a break? I'm seriously crying from being tortured!]
[The fans of this pure love have collapsed!]
[Oh god, what have you done?]
[My sister works at Solomon. The official statement from Secretary Woods is that Mr. Solomon is injured and recuperating. Can't people say something positive instead of constantly talking about his death?]
[Yeah, no one has officially announced Darwin's death. Some netizens are just too happy to see others in trouble, aren't they?]
[Don't be absurd. In that situation, is there any difference between not being found and being dead?]
[Exactly, Fiona is probably not mentioning it to keep Solomon stable. Have you seen how the stocks plummeted during those few working days before the new year?]
[Hilarious, should you take another look at Solomon's stocks for the past couple of months? Oh, and by the way, Solomon's financial report for the first quarter is out now. The profits have been continuously increasing. Have you ever considered who Fiona is? Does she need to rely on Darwin's life and death to maintain the stock price and operations? She is the mastermind, Fiona.]
[Speaking frankly, Secretary Woods is truly working hard. I saw Moon Sister on TikTok yesterday, saying that she has been working non-stop for three months and finally gets to take two days off. Moon Sister is Secretary Woods's secretary, so Secretary Woods has also been working non-stop for three months!]
[If I could earn so much money by working non-stop for three months, I would gladly do it too!]
Discussions on the internet took various perspectives.
After Fiona posted on Facebook, she didn't check the comments. She spent the whole day playing with Charles and Chicago.
There was also some good news.
Due to the bone marrow transplantation, Charles's constitution had undergone some changes. For example, he was no longer allergic to furry animals, and his mild allergies to pollen and dust had completely disappeared.
This discovery was made probably half a month ago, on a sunny afternoon.
Charles was sunbathing on the lawn. Perhaps feeling too comfortable, he fell asleep on the grass.
Jessie was also sunbathing and quietly moved closer to Charles while the adults weren't paying attention.
When Stuart and Thalassa noticed, Jessie was lying on her back, pressing against Charles, who was snoring loudly in his sleep.
Thalassa was truly scared.
When Charles was very young, Thalassa took him to a cafe to buy small cakes. There was a housewife with a small Chihuahua, and Charles soon had a severe allergic reaction, finding it difficult to breathe.
Thalassa snapped back to reality and quickly picked up Charles, while Stuart hurried over and held down the sleepy Jessie.
"Charles, are you okay? Don't be afraid, we'll go home and take allergy medicine!" Thalassa reassured him, preparing to carry Charles back.
"Godmother, you can't carry me!" Charles suddenly woke up and exclaimed. "You're pregnant!"
Stuart also snapped out of it and rushed to pick up Charles.
But Charles had no idea what had happened. "What's going on? Why are you all so nervous?"
"Jessie slept next to you and her paws were resting on you!" Thalassa urgently explained.
Charles looked at Jessie.
Jessie seemed to know that she had caused trouble. She lay on the ground, whimpering softly.
"But I'm fine." Charles raised his arm, with no red marks or difficulty breathing, unlike when he had an allergic reaction.
"Fine?" Thalassa was shocked.
"Yeah," Charles reassured her, turning around to walk toward Jessie.
Jessie twisted her hips, slowly backing away, while also checking Thalassa and Stuart's reactions.
"It's okay, let me touch you." Charles was very gentle as he approached the dog.
Jessie hesitated for a moment, then moved its paw and closed its eyes, slowly pressing its nose against Charles's palm.
Charles took the opportunity to stroke Jessie's furry head.
Thalassa's heart was in her throat. One minute passed, then two, then three, and finally ten minutes went by, yet Charles was perfectly fine.
The next day, Thalassa took Charles to the hospital for a check-up, and miraculously, he was no longer allergic to many things he had previously been allergic to.
And so...
Jessie became twice as busy. She had to play with Chicago and also play with Charles.
At night, Jessie lay on the ground, allowing Stuart to clean her without moving at all.
"Your two kids are too lively, aren't they? How did they exhaust the Border Collie like this?" Thalassa looked at the scene before her, unable to help but laugh and shake her head.
Fiona was very happy today. She had hardly ever seen Charles play so crazily.
Her son freed himself from some chains and became even more carefree!
"By the way, did you tell them about your business trip?" Thalassa changed the subject.
The high-end island resort in the Pacific, once stagnant, now seemed to have encountered a troublemaker who knew how to stir up discord among the indigenous people.
Now the situation had become overwhelming for Henry, and Fiona had to go and see.
"No, I'll tell them tomorrow." Fiona planned to go for a week this time.
Since Darwin's accident, Fiona hadn't left Charles and Chicago, fearing that they wouldn't feel secure.
If only Charles and Chicago didn't have school, Fiona would have taken them along.
"Don't worry, Kenny and I will take care of them," Thalassa said tenderly. "If they really miss you, I'll take them to see you at the weekend!"
During this period, Fiona was working around the clock.
When it came to taking care of Charles and Chicago, she was far from being as good as Thalassa and Janna.
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