?<strong>Chapter 273:</strong>


    Thisment ignited a storm in thement section, and suddenly, everyone was talking about it.


    “Wait, you’re telling me Verena isn’t the CEO’s wife? Then why are these pictures showing them so close together? If Verena is not Mr. rk’s wife, then why did she hug and kiss him?”


    “Wow, does this smell like a major scandal or what? How utterly reckless of Verena! Even though she knows full well that Mr. rk is married, she is still all over him. That’s just disgraceful! How shameless can one get? She is a homewrecker!”


    “And Mr. rk isn’t any less at fault! He is a married man, isn’t he? How is it eptable for him to be tangled up with an ex like this? How would his wife feel about this?”


    “I had doubts about this from the start. Rumor has it that Mr. rk’s wife is fairly in and sports a distinctive birthmark on her face. Clearly, Verena doesn’t fit that description!”


    “Yes, I’ve heard those rumors, too!”


    “Let’s take a stand against the homewrecker! Cancel Verena! She needs to step forward and exin her behavior! Why is she engaging in such actions with a married man? Has she no dignity?”


    “She is such a vile woman!”


    Verena’s image swiftly shifted from widely admired to fiercely insulted online.


    Her social media ounts were overrun with hatefulments.


    The bacsh was brutal.


    Overwhelmed, Ryan put away his phone, hisplexion turning dark in an instant.


    The repercussions if Lucas discovered this post were unimaginable…


    If Lucas discovered this, Lucas would surely realize he was the one who had taken those photos.


    This rming thought drastically altered Ryan’s expression.


    He hastily started reaching out to his contacts in the media, desperate to get the viral topic suppressed and removed.


    Yet, call after call, the response he got was the same: the post couldn’t be taken down.


    “Damn it! How could this have happened?”


    Just as Ryan was about to reach out to Belinda, his phone rang with a call from Verena.


    He answered it at once.


    “Ryan… What’s happening on social media? Why is this unfolding? Where did those photos evene from?” Panic was evident in Verena’s voice.


    “Verena, don’t worry. I’m nearly at the hospital. We can talk more when I get there.” With those words, Ryan ended the call.


    Within five minutes, Ryan arrived at the hospital and walked into Verena’s hospital room.


    Upon his arrival, Verena looked at him with a mix of distress and vulnerability. “Ryan…”


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