Chapter 221 Lennon’s Baby
“Alright.”
A light smile spread across the man’s cheeks. He caressed her silky hair until her breathing
became even.
“Mr. Lenoir.”
Cherise had just drifted off to sleep when Greg knocked on the door. “There’s a video circulating online. I saw it, and it’s not pleasant news about Mrs. Lenoir. Should we do something about it?”
Damien frowned and gently lay Cherise on the bed. He put on some clothes and went out to the corridor. “What video?”
The butler handed his phone over to Damien.
The first thing that popped out at Damien was the title: ‘Wealthy Man Sleeps With Close Friend’s Wife, Assaults Doctor After Miscarriage.
“Lennon went and beat up lan?”
He returned the phone to the butler without watching the video.
“Yes.”
The butler furrowed his eyebrows. “The video is circulating on a lot of platforms. I suspect some unknown forces are pushing it behind the scenes.
The man walked slowly to the end of the corridor. His eyes were fixed on the sky as he chuckled. “Let’s make a show of blocking it first. Let them think I’m intimidated by this.”
The video of Lennon’s assault was trending in one night.
Wealthy man sleeps with close friend’s wife, assaults doctor after miscarriage.
Every part of the title was enough gossip for the month!
Early the following day, Damien was feeding Cherise oatmeal in bed when Peter called.
Cherise glanced at the phone’s screen and gave Damien a puzzled look. “Did you tell Grandpa about my miscarriage?” she asked in a low voice.
He shook his head. “No.”
Cherise pursed her lips, relieved. She answered the call.
But when the call went through, Damien snatched the phone from her.
“Eat a bit more. I’ll talk to him.”
“Ah.” Before Cherise could react, he was already walking out the door with the phone.
She leaned back against the headboard, eating her food while listening to their conversation.
“She’s at the hospital now. She’s a patient. Come here yourself if you want to see her. I won’t bring her to you?
I suggest you watch your words as an elder. She did not lose your great-grandchild. No one knows that better than I do.”
Fine, you can come over. I’ll be waiting.
Do not say anything thoughtless.”
Cherise frowned, perplexed.
He didn’t even explain why I’m in the hospital. Why does it look like Grandpa knows the reason?
And why did he mention that the baby lost in the miscarriage is not Grandpa’s biological great-grandson?
Does Grandpa suspect me?
Moments later, Damien ended the call and came back.
She raised her head, looking at him with bewilderment. “What did Grandpa say?”
“He’ll come visit later.”
He passed the phone to her and sat down smoothly in the chair. He picked up the bowl. “Have a bit more.”
She shook her head.
“I’m full. I can’t eat anymore. Is Grandpa actually coming?”
She pursed her lips sheepishly. “I haven’t visited him in a while. Yet now he wants to come see
me…”
Damien scoffed. “You don’t need to feel sorry for him. He’s here to reprimand you.”
She jolted and looked up at him with astonishment. “Why?”
Why does Grandpa want to reprimand me?
“Because of this.”
The man sighed and pulled out his phone. He played the video circulating all over the web.
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Sleeps with a close friend wife
ver they saying that the baby I lost is Lennon
