Husband's Live Slander

"Mr. Foster, forget about that bastard. I think you and Secretary Sylvia are a better match. I support you in pursuing true love!"

I was about to retort when Sylvia suddenly came closer and leaned over to whisper in my ear.

"Mrs. Foster, Mr. Foster asked me to tell you that as long as you cooperate with him in this play, you will still be his only president, Mrs. Foster."

"What man doesn't value his reputation? Please give in to him for the sake of our past friendship."

It turns out that when people are extremely angry, they will really laugh.

Foster Group is just the tip of the iceberg of the Chambers family's investment portfolio. Why did he think I would care about the title of President Mrs. Foster?

Seeing that I had no intention of giving in, Sylvia curled up a terrifying smile.

"Mrs. Foster, I advise you not to try any tricks. This is an isolated island purchased by the Foster family. Outsiders can't find it."

"Your own flesh and blood is still in our hands. Don't you care about her life or death?"

In a blind spot that the camera couldn't capture, she took out a mobile phone, and the picture showed a baby in an incubator.

The child looked very weak, with mucus still hanging on his body, and his small chest was weakly rising and falling.

"My child!"

I tried to reach out and grab the phone, but Sylvia dodged it easily.

"Mrs. Foster, your daughter was born before her due date. The situation is not optimistic."

"Mr. Foster said that if you don't cooperate, he will immediately stop all care for the child and turn her into nameless medical waste!"

I looked at Adrian in disbelief, his face expressionless, and my heart ached.

Just a month ago, this man was curled up in bed with me, counting on his fingers the due date of our baby.

But today, he is trying to force me to surrender by using my own daughter's life!

I no longer cared about the wound left by the caesarean section and rushed forward to grab the corner of Adrian's clothes.

"Adrian, you abuse your wife and daughter just to save the face of a mistress, are you still a human being?"

A flash of panic crossed the man's eyes. He took a deep breath and pushed me back onto the operating table.

"Victoria, if you continue to make trouble, don't blame me for being ruthless."

Sylvia on the side secretly took out her cell phone and waved it at me as if in protest.

The villain's succumbing appearance made some viewers in the live broadcast room suspicious.

"Something's wrong. I just saw Sylvia say something to the woman in labor, and that's why she suddenly broke down!"

"I saw that too! And they didn't allow the mother to return to the ward to rest after such a long Caesarian section. This is clearly inhumane."

"It's terrifying to think about it. Could it really be like what that woman said, that this was all a conspiracy between her husband and his mistress..."

Adrian obviously caught a glimpse of the comments and frowned.

Seeing that the situation was not good, Sylvia quickly walked in front of the camera to smooth things over.

"Don't get me wrong, I just saw Mrs. Foster looked haggard, and I wanted to ask her what was wrong. I don't know why I made her angry..."

"As for the issue of rest, Mrs. Foster has been mad at us and has absolutely refused to return to the ward..."

Before she finished speaking, her eyes were red and she lowered her head and covered her face with her hands, sobbing.

"It's all my fault. I saw that Mr. Foster was too upset because of Mrs. Foster's infidelity, so I invited him to the concert to relax."

"I never thought things would get to this point. Tomorrow I'll hand in my resignation to Mr. Foster, and we'll never meet again!"

Adrian was so distressed by her pitiful look that he put his arm around Sylvia's shoulders.

"Sylvia, don't be so silly! The one who is wrong is obviously Victoria, the woman who betrayed her family and refused to admit her mistake."

"It's because you're too kind that you've been innocently dragged into the whirlpool of public opinion..."