Chapter 1043: Chapter 1043: There are Still Moves to Make
"I won’t answer, I won’t answer anyone’s calls."
She buried her head in the pillow.
Edison Lynch sighed helplessly, "Not even Hannah’s call?"
"Not..." Emily Lynch suddenly sat up, snatching the phone from Edison’s hands.
Her fingers trembled as they slid across the screen, struggling several times before finally connecting, "Hannah... Hannah..."
Hearing the familiar voice on the other end, Emily’s tears turned to laughter as she clutched her phone and ran to the balcony.
The call lasted nearly twenty minutes before she came back in from the balcony.
Her previously despondent mood had completely changed; she was now as sweet as if soaked in honey, the smile on her lips unable to cease.
Edison, unable to curb his curiosity, leaned in and asked, "What did Hannah just say to you?"
Emily hugged her phone, taking a few seconds to register before looking at her brother warily, "Nothing much."
Edison didn’t buy it, "Really nothing? I’m your own brother, do you have to keep things from me too?"
Emily turned away, humming a tune as she flopped back onto her bed.
Edison went over and sat down beside her, "So, are we going to fight back against the online public opinion now or not?"
Emily turned her head, the smile fading a bit, "Hannah said just now, we don’t need to worry about it."
Edison’s eyes widened.
"Hannah said the fan club isn’t her armor, and neither are her fans; there’s no need to bear any slander or attacks for her, she will solve her own problems."
After saying this, Emily felt a mixture of heartache and emotion, "Honestly, I feel quite useless. Ever since the fan club was established, I haven’t been able to help at all. Every time I see Hannah being wronged, there’s nothing I can do."
If it were anybody else, by now they would have already started to control the narrative and explain.
Whether it was to clear their name or shirk and cover up, fan clubs often play a decisive role in these situations.
Edison quieted down, thought seriously for a moment, then suddenly asked earnestly, "Emily, do you believe in Hannah?"
Emily reacted in a second, "Of course I do. Why wouldn’t I? You better not tell me you’re thinking of becoming a non-fan at this time!"
As she spoke, she had already picked up her slipper.
Edison instinctively dodged, then quickly stood up from behind the couch, "I was never a fan, okay? I am the man who’s going to win Hannah over, how can I be lumped in with you fans!"
No sooner had he finished talking than a slipper flew straight at his face.
It hit him right in the face.
Emily roared, "Shameless!"
*
The situation continued to ferment. No one around Hannah understood her intentions, not even Jinlian.
After thinking all night, she couldn’t help but come to ask, "Master, that day you clearly did good, why wouldn’t you explain?"
Hannah sat in the rocking chair, looking at the lush woods in the distance, shrouded in a faint mist, "If you explain now, others will still have their next moves. You need to wait and solve everything at once."
It was getting colder, and without Arnold Simmons by her side, it felt like something was missing.
The rocking chair wasn’t as warm as when he was here.
It felt empty and cold.
Jinlian hopped onto the table, lowering its head to sniff the cup of hot tea.
It smelled pretty good.
But it couldn’t help but take a sip, only to be overcome by bitterness.
It spat several times and still couldn’t get rid of the taste, eventually holding its head and spinning in place, complaining, "Too bitter, too bitter..."
Hannah watched it, a curve forming on her lips as she slowly uttered a word, "Silly."
Jinlian, hearing the noise, turned its head and regained composure in a second, "Cough, cough, it’s actually not that bitter."
It smacked its lips.
