Chapter 1039: Chapter 1039: Considered as a Side Business
Anxiety mingled with irritation.
After a while, Jack Stewart reached back for the coat on the rear seat before getting out of the car.
Online public opinion continued to ferment, like a balloon suddenly pricked, exploding violently all at once.
A surge of accusations and curses came flooding in, their deep malice colder than the winter night.
Jack Stewart slowed his steps as he approached, seeing her slightly pale profile. His heart tightened, and he handed over the coat, feigning ease with a tease, "What, came here to throw yourself off, thinking of suicide?"
"You came all the way here just to curse me?"
Hannah took the coat from his hand and put it on. Her face was calm, showing neither joy nor anger, but her tone was light, bantering with him as usual.
Perhaps it was because she had stood in the wind for too long, Hannah’s complexion looked a touch pale, fragile as a delicate flower on the verge of falling.
Jack Stewart didn’t speak, remaining silent for a long time. He slipped his hands into his pockets and clicked his tongue, "How long was I gone for you to end up like this, letting others sling mud at you? Where’s your omnipotent backer, just standing by while you’re being bullied, doing nothing?"
He deliberately hardened his tone, spouting sharp words, yet failed to notice the awkward expression on his face.
Hannah couldn’t help but chuckle, turning to lean on the railing. She stretched out her hand to feel the cold night wind, carrying the faint moistness of the river. Her voice softened, "I asked him not to get involved."
The storm of internet commentary brewed faster than anyone could have anticipated.
Perhaps people don’t care about the truth of the matter; what they need is simply a vent.
Under the deliberate guidance of those with motives, it turned into a weapon that could wound.
Most of the time, refuting rumors while the topic is hot is the best method, because if too much time passes, no one may listen to what you have to say afterward.
But Hannah knew that this time, it wouldn’t just blow over simply.
However, Jack Stewart didn’t know all this. He thought that Hannah was just being lovestruck again, and couldn’t help shouting at her, "Are you crazy? You’ve got a supporter but you don’t use it, just getting bullied for no reason!"
The wind rustled through the leaves, and the river surface was far from calm, gusts of wind driving waves against the shore, one after another.
The occasional spray that rose would land on their legs, leaving a faint chill as the droplets evaporated through the thin layer of fabric.
Just like Jack Stewart’s current mood.
Hannah was so startled by Jack Stewart’s yell that she blinked innocently, "I didn’t."
Jack Stewart frustratedly ran his fingers through his hair, looking at her like that, he couldn’t bring himself to stay angry.
Just like every time before.
He sighed, silent for a long while, before speaking again, his voice trembling slightly with the wind, "Hannah Winter, you can’t really expect me to watch you being mistreated, can you?"
Perhaps it was the cold night wind; his nose turned red, framing his fair and delicate face, pitiable like a little wife who had been bullied.
"Jack Stewart," she suddenly called his name.
It was lighter than a cloud and softer than cotton, the wind carrying it flawlessly to his ear.
Hannah extended her hand, brushing the stray hair from her face blown by the wind. With her other hand, she gently tugged on Jack Stewart’s sleeve, looking up at him, "Trust me this once. When have you ever seen me suffer injustice."
Jack Stewart pressed his lips tightly together, silent for a moment, then said, "Seems like I’ve seen it quite a few times, like with George River before, and then..."
