Chapter 5 The Truth

Mr. and Mrs. Price had arrived at Damon's place.

Mrs. Price, Agatha, kept glancing at Delilah's belly with a bright, happy expression.

"That's wonderful, thank God! Our son is going to be a father so soon. Although Demian is gone, God has brought a new life to the Price family. If not for this, I really wouldn't know how to go on!"

Agatha said, her eyes teary. Demian was her second son, who had tragically passed away in an accident.

"Don't worry, Aunt. I'll take good care of you and the child from now on," Delilah said obediently, displaying her cultured demeanor.

Agatha wiped her tears. "How many months along are you?"

"Two months!"

"Not bad. From now on, you shouldn't go anywhere. Stay here at the mansion and take good care of yourself!" Agatha patted Delilah's hand, then turned to her son. "Damon, since Delilah is carrying your child, you mustn't treat her poorly. Pick a time and get the wedding arranged as soon as possible!"

"No!" The one who opposed was Damon's father, Jamal Price.

"Damon, have you forgotten what you promised your grandfather back then? No matter what, Hazel is your grandfather's lifesaver. If he finds out that you divorced Hazel and then married another woman, he might just die of anger!"

Damon lowered his gaze, his expression unreadable. "I'll explain everything to Grandpa personally. As for Delilah, I must marry her. But as for Hazel, we simply don't have a fate together. Being tied together without feelings will never lead to happiness."

"You... you still have the nerve to say that?" Jamal was livid. "You haven't even divorced yet, and you're keeping a mistress outside. Hazel is knowledgeable and well-mannered, and she doesn't hold it against you, but now you're saying you don't have a fate together? You wasted three years of her life, how can you say such a thing?!"

Damon remained calm and indifferent, unfazed. "Dad, this isn't my fault. You all forced her onto me!"

"You!"

"Alright, alright, it's not worth arguing over a woman who couldn't even bear a child after three years!" Agatha patted Jamal's back. "It's better that she's gone. A woman from a poor, remote place doesn't deserve my Damon. I've never liked her. Now that we're about to have a grandson, we should be celebrating! You can't even reject your own grandchild, can you?"

Jamal sighed deeply, pain evident in his expression, and fell silent.

Half an hour later, they left. Delilah changed into a light silk camisole dress and gently knocked on the study door.

"Damon, it's all my fault. My presence has caused a rift between you and your father. How about I tell them the truth? I don't want to make you feel torn, truly."

Delilah's appearance was a picture of innocence, with a gentle expression and the faintest hint of tears threatening to fall. She instantly had the man wrapped around her finger.

Damon waved his hand. "It has nothing to do with you, don't blame yourself."

"Damon, I think I should move out," Delilah said, her tone soft and delicate.

"Delilah, you and the child you're carrying are the most important people to Demian. Since he entrusted you to me, I will take care of you both. Don't worry, as long as I'm here, no one will harm you."

These words made Delilah's heart flutter with joy.

She secretly admired the man in front of her-handsome, with great manners and a wealthy background. A man like him was far too good for that Hazel.

At the time, Damon's younger brother, Demian, had been completely captivated by her. She had hoped to marry him to enter a rich family, but who knew his life would be so short? It was just a small joke, and yet he tragically slipped off a cliff and died.

Thankfully, Delilah was lucky enough to be taken in by Demian's older brother, Damon.

If she could smoothly win this man's heart, she wouldn't have to worry about her future.

Thinking this, she eagerly leaned towards Damon. "Damon, you must be working so hard late into the night. How about I give you a massage?"

"No need." Damon sidestepped, and Delilah missed her chance.

Was it just her imagination, or did she see a hint of disdain in Damon's eyes?

He picked up his coat. "You rest well, I'm leaving first."

"Huh? Damon, aren't you going to stay with me here?"

"The company apartment is closer to the office, so I stay there."

Delilah was left dumbfounded.

She gazed at Damon as he left, her expression turning cold and calculating as soon as he was out of sight.

"Go get the supplements Mrs. Price brought me."

The servant replied, "Yes, Miss Hasani!"

Delilah was born into poverty. Even after mingling with various rich men for years, she had never made a fortune. Now, with one foot in the upper class, her life was bound to be different from others.

Looking at the expensive supplements in front of her, Delilah smiled mischievously, then glared at the servants standing nearby. "If any of you dare to say a word in front of Damon, I'll rip your tongues out, understand?"

The servants trembled in fear. "Understood, Miss Hasani!"

...

Early the next morning, another bombshell swept through Vernon.

[Price Corp CEO to Marry New Lover-What Happened to Morality? What Happened to Humanity?]

The public was overwhelmingly one-sided. Damon, with his high looks, successfully shifted the attention toward the mistress.

In no time, the comments below were all full of insults toward Delilah.

Delilah, fuming, went to complain to Damon. He, however, was in a bad mood and impatiently offered her some words of comfort.

A moment of showing off their affection should be enough to make those haters green with envy, Delilah thought, her mind turning. She pouted and said, "Damon, tomorrow's the pregnancy checkup. How about you come with me?"

Damon didn't even look up. "Okay."

The online posts escalated, with even Hazel's rural background being thoroughly exposed.

Several posts attacking her with harsh language appeared.

[Price Family's Ex-Daughter-in-Law, Queen, Is Accused of Vain and Unscrupulous Behavior, Willing to Do Anything to Marry into Wealth.]

[Damon Price's Ex-Wife Accused of Abusing the Maid, With Photographic Evidence]

"Heh, boss, you're famous!" Eddie laughed gleefully, thoroughly enjoying the posts.

Hazel threw her phone aside, rubbing her temples. At that moment, all she wanted to say to Damon was, "Go to hell!"

Several of the accounts were connected to that scoundrel man. If anyone believed that he wasn't involved, they were fools.

She typed a message, and a Whatsapp group that had been dormant for three years suddenly lit up.

This group contained the best hackers, the most impressive information gatherers-tools all at her disposal.

Hazel closed her eyes for a moment, then opened them again, her gaze sharp and clear. In the next second, she issued her command.

"In five minutes, I want the entire Price Corp network to crash!"

"Understood!"

Five minutes later, the Price Corp was in chaos.

Damon was fuming in his office. "Get the best technical experts for immediate repair, and track down this hacker's IP address!"

His subordinate replied, "The other party is cunning. The tracked address is either in a trash bin or submerged in a river!"

Damon narrowed his eyes, quickly connecting the dots from the past few days.

The woman's whereabouts were untraceable, the driver who raced with him had vanished, and the hacker attacking the Price Corp couldn't be found...

It seemed something was subtly pulling him toward the truth, which was about to be uncovered.

But he quickly dismissed the thought.

No! This can't be!

His ex-wife was just a woman who grew up in a rural area, someone who had never seen much of the world. How could she possibly have such power...

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