In the village hospital.
Alison Morrison sat up on the hospital bed with agitation, tightly clenching her phone, visibly angry.
The trends on Twitter made it difficult for her to breathe evenly and her face flushed red with discomfort.
Malcolm Suyt was Lilian Rose's husband, a married man, how could Aria dare do this?!
She exited Twitter and dialed a number in her contacts.
The moment the call connected, before the person on the other end spoke, Alison began to scold furiously.
"Aria, is this what our parents sent you to college for? To become a home-wrecker?"
"Malcolm Suyt is a whole generation older than you and he has a wife and children!"
"Let me tell you, you better release a statement now, saying that you will drop this relationship!"
The person on the other end irritably moved the phone away from her ear.
Aria had just entered society, and her appearance still had a bit of a youthful innocence.
