I don’t care either

Next day, Tuesday Morning ,

9:30 am ….

“What if, the reason Mrs Penelope Wilson is so angry with Eleanor smith isn’t because she’s seducing her son, but seducing her son and husband, I mean we all saw the pictures that circulated months ago about Eleanor and Marshall Wilson, they can’t all just be coincidental,”

“Habitants of the country think about this carefully with me, what could possibly be the harm in Eleanor being with Arthur, considering the fact that they run a program that protects the rights of indigents they can’t possible be looking down her right,”

“So, what if Eleanor is actually Marshall Wilson’s Concubine!” Eleanor read out loud on her phone as she scrolled through the very long message a blogger posted online, she exhaled deeply with a small sigh this was the last thing she needed right now, but the netizens will always be the netizens, always ready to talk and bash.

Eleanor scrolled to the comment section, going through the comments, some proceeded to call out Elea