Chapter 1104

Chapter 1104:

“What news are you talking about?” Susan asked, switching on the bedside lamp, her voice laced with confusion.

Docie immediately understood that Susan had no knowledge of the news. Playing the situation to her advantage, she responded with mock hesitation, “Oh? Susan, you don’t know? Never mind—just focus on resting well.”

At that moment, the two servants assigned to care for Susan noticed the light in her room was on. Remembering Dane’s strict orders to keep Susan away from her phone, they hurried inside. But when they entered, they found Susan pale-faced, clutching her stomach, with her phone in hand.

This was bad!

Both servants hurried to Susan’s side, gently taking her phone and soothing her.

“Mrs. Johns, breathe deeply—it’s going to be okay.”

One servant quickly contacted the family doctors while also updating Dane on Susan’s condition.

When Dane received the servant’s call, he hurried back immediately. Doctors surrounded Susan, administering emergency care. She lay on the bed with her eyes shut and her brows knitted tightly.

“What’s going on? Didn’t I tell you to look after her properly?”

The servants looked overwhelmed with guilt and confusion.

“Mr. Johns, we were standing guard outside.

The moment the light came on, we went in, but we didn’t expect her to check the news online right after waking up.”

Sensing something was wrong, Dane asked, “Where’s her phone?”

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“It’s right here.”

One of the servants handed him the phone. Unlocking the phone, Dane was startled to find that Docie was Susan’s most recent contact. A notification appeared at the top of the screen—it was Docie’s clarification video.

In the video, Docie appeared anxious as she explained herself, but the audience didn’t seem convinced.

“Mistook Dane for someone else because you were drunk? And he just let you hug him? Who’s buying this?”

“Why does she look so scared? And why does she keep glancing off-camera? What’s there?”

“It’s obvious, isn’t it? They had an affair, and now Dane is pinning it all on her. Rich families are the worst.”

The explanation Docie had prepared had already been vetted by the public relations team.

They had approved it before letting her recite it. However, they hadn’t predicted that her seemingly adequate explanation would backfire due to her subtle expressions and body language.

Trolls flooded her comment section, stirring up trouble, and few seemed to believe her story.

“It’s late, but so many people suddenly flocked here?”

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