Maliciously defaming others just for money, caring nothing about the consequences—such people are inherently of poor character and utterly undeserving of sympathy.

Most of the time, William Wilson was not at the Wilson Clan. Even when handling the company projects thrown at him by his old man, he worked from his study at home.

Jacob Clark’s assistant reports all work progress by coming to his house to report.

Once Jacob finished his report, he didn’t linger at the house and set off to leave.

William also chose to step out of the study and walked with Jacob to the door.

For the first time experiencing the boss seeing him out at the door, Jacob was a bit flattered and immediately said:

"President, please don’t trouble yourself; you don’t need to see me out."

Seeing William glance at him with a look of inexplicable confusion:

"I wasn’t planning to see you out; I just happened to be going out."

Jacob: "..."

This is pretty awkward.

After Jacob entered the elevator and left, William’s gaze landed on the closed door across from him.

It’s been a day since everything happened; the internet’s gone into a frenzy. The young girl can’t possibly be unaware, especially since she still maintains the identity of "wife’s fan."

Yet all day, she hasn’t sent him a single message to ask.

Is it because she trusts his character so much, or because the ambiguous video made her misunderstand his relationship with Hannah?

If it’s the former, his heart would be glad; if it’s the latter...

William clicked his tongue in frustration; he shouldn’t have let that brat Hannah come over.

Whenever she’s around, nothing good tends to happen.

After hesitating a bit, he stood at the door and sent Laura Jones a message on Instagram—

[Are you home?]

He pressed his lips, feeling a bit uneasy inside.

In twenty-seven years of life, he’s never feared anyone, nor has he ever been anxious.

Life has been smooth sailing up until today, but now he’s become fretful because of his little wife.

William smiled wryly, yet with a hint of joy that others couldn’t fully understand.

Laura Jones replied quickly—

[I’m at home, have you sorted out your issue?]

Seeing the concern in her tone, William couldn’t help but smile broadly at the corners of his mouth.

[It’s all sorted. I’m at the door, can I come to see you?]

He sent the message, and for a full five minutes, Laura didn’t reply.

William couldn’t help but feel his heart sink a little.

Is this a silent rejection?

His eyebrows slightly furrowed, and his thin lips pressed into a line.

Just as he hesitated whether to ask again, the door opposite opened, and Laura Jones emerged, peeking out to look at him.

"Honey."

This term of endearment hit William hard in the chest.

Usually, when he hears it, he feels delighted and happy, but never has it been so striking to his heart.

Regarding today’s factorless public scorn online, he felt absolutely nothing, not even anger.

Just thought that those online trolls and netizens were ignorantly clownish.

But at this moment, seeing his little wife standing in front of him, looking at him with worry and calling him husband, a nameless grievance surged up.

He didn’t step forward, just looked at her, his smile spreading from the corners of his mouth, "Mm, I’m here."

Laura pressed her lips together and couldn’t help but see a forced smile on William’s face.

Thinking about how today’s turmoil was essentially stirred by her, a hint of guilt appeared on Laura’s face.