The Marriage She Turned into War novel Chapter 381

Joshua was a natural at handling situations like this. He answered the reporters' questions with practiced ease, slipping in subtle digs at me whenever he could.

Watching his disgusting demeanor, Silas was livid.

He spat out angrily, "That guy looks decent enough, but why does he act so shamelessly? He just talks trash without any consequences. In the end, it's always you who suffers, Samuel!"

Silas was so angry he was ready to roll up his sleeves and go beat him up.

I quickly grabbed his arm and shook my head. "Let it go. His mouth, his business. There's no point getting worked up over it."

I smiled faintly, trying to calm him down.

But Silas couldn't hide his hatred for Joshua, his eyes practically burning with the desire to punch him in the face right then and there.

I chuckled lightly. "Let's go before they swarm us again."

I signaled the driver to leave and had lunch with Silas at a restaurant in the mall. When we returned to the office in the afternoon, I noticed that, once again, a trending topic had exploded on social media.

Curious, I opened my phone and saw headlines with my name, Joshua's, and Abigail's, dominating the trending searches.

"Joshua and Samuel to Compete in the National Songwriting Contest."

"Samuel, Joshua, and Abigail's Love Triangle."

"Did Samuel and Abigail Divorce?"

"Joshua: The Homewrecker's Rise."

These trending topics were a headache. I didn't even want to look any further. I simply turned off my phone, pushing it aside as I focused back on my work.

However, Silas kept sneaking glances at me, as if worried I might be upset by the drama.

George had been nagging me for weeks to get a check-up, worried that something might be wrong with my health.

I'd been putting it off until today when he finally gave me an ultimatum. If I didn't go for a check-up, he'd personally come pick me up and drag me there.

Left with no choice, I went to meet him.

I obediently followed him and sat down, letting him arrange for a thorough examination.

While waiting for the results, I was still busy looking for inspiration.

Meanwhile, George studied my report with a grave expression, his brow furrowed in deep concern.