Before Julian Grant could react, Shirley Thorne pulled Ethan Grant aside and sighed, "Mr. Grant, let's go inside."
Ethan Grant was also quite exasperated. There was a faint hint of anger in his expression, but his tone was much gentler when he spoke.
He comforted her, "There will be other chances to debunk the rumors."
Shirley Thorne leaned against him, her inner self weeping waterfalls. "Let's hope so."
'She wracked her brain for ways to dispel the pregnancy rumors, but after mulling it over, she could only come up with two options: swallowing raw musk or breaking into a frantic shamanistic dance.'
'But are either of those things something a normal person would do at an art exhibition?'
'If I start dancing today, I'll be front-page news tomorrow!'
'Maybe I should have Florence Langley bring over a pair of high heels?'
'Ugh…'
'No, that would still be too weird!'
