You Complete Me novel (Skylar and Coralie)

"Mr. Moore, why do you always like to make decisions for others?" Zoel also knew Franklin's intention. "I'm giving myself up for her sake."

Although he had never expressed his feelings for Lucille, he still had feelings for her.

He felt happy to see her grow from an immature woman to an excellent artist.

However, he realized that they were getting further and further from each other. There was also his past with Megan, which was why Zoel chose to hide his feelings.

"There are many ways to solve this problem. Judging from what you said, do you want to suppress the news by admitting to all of it?" Franklin knew what was on Zoel's mind.

He shook his head and teased, "How are we supposed to suppress gossip? President Moore, you are the one with the most experience."

While they were arguing, Lucille opened her Twitter to find that Alma was holding a press conference!

At the press conference, she cried so bitterly that she could not speak. She sobbed, "Although I am not Lucille's biological mother, I have always thought of her as my own daughter." The Internet was quick to respond to this remark.

Most of the public's opinions were the same. "Her tears are not fake. No one could fake a cry like that."

Alma's words, photos, and recordings were all guided by a team behind the scenes. If there were different opinions, they would soon be suppressed.

After the press conference, Franklin looked at Lucille, who had lowered her head, and said, "Don't be afraid. I will help you send a lawyer's letter to expel the rumors. Anyone who participates in these rumors will be prosecuted."

"Let me do it. I can explain why my grandfather accepted her as his last disciple. Besides, I have something to do with this." Zoel said.

Moreover, the person who dismisses the rumors would gain an upper hand.

"That's enough, both of you!" Ralph had already walked over as the two men were bickering over who would send a lawyer's letter. "I've already got someone to send it. Youngsters don't have enough power, so let me do it." "Thank you, Master Zane." Lucille got up to thank him.

With Ralph's social status, as long as he sent a message, no one would dare to confront him head on.

This rumor originated from Lucille and Alma's relationship. They had always been barking up the wrong tree.

After Ralph sent a lawyer's letter, no one else continued with the rumors of Ralph and Lucille's improper relationship within a few days. However, they made a huge fuss about Lucille and her relationship with the Jules family through the voice recording.

Everything they wrote was written in a way that framed her as someone heartless. She abandoned her family after she got famous.

The auction company that invited her to participate had canceled her name too.

Lucille hid in the academy and dared not take a step out, but Alma came to the door with a large number of reporters.

Hugo was the one who opened the door. When he saw Alma standing there, he immediately closed the door. However, she did not make a fuss about it. She only held Marvin's photo at the door and cried. Franklin's bodyguards stood outside. The people Alma brought stood some distance away from the bodyguards.

When Lucille heard about that, she stood against the door and heard Alma's cries from the outside, "Lucille, go and take a look at your father. Before he died, he told me that his biggest regret was not being able to see you one last time."

"Lucille, do you know? Your father was buried with his eyes wide open because he didn't see you for one last time. I helped him close his eyes several times, but after I let go of him, his eyes shot open. This was how he was buried!"

Alma wailed louder and louder outside the door.

All the reporters outside echoed...

"This is outrageous. Your father is already in this state, yet she is still hiding inside!"

"If such a person can become an artist, there really is no hope left for our country's art industry!"

"Well said!"

Lucille listened inside. There were several times that she wanted to go outside, but Hugo stopped her.

"Mom, what's happening outside?"

While she was standing against the door, Aurora had come to her feet.

"Aurora, why are you here? Go back right now!"

As soon as she came out, Lucille was greatly shocked. She was afraid that she had heard something she shouldn't have.

As soon as Lucille spoke, Alma cried even harder from the outside, "Lucille, go and visit your father!"

She cried until sunset. In the end, she 'fainted'.

The news exploded on the Internet.

Lucille did not know how to deal with it at all. This was all beyond her common sense. She could only look for Abby.

Abby even hacked the surveillance of the hospital and the Jules family's residence, but she could not find anything wrong...

Franklin and Zoel did not gain anything as well.

This matter was a black hole. Lucille was suppressed so badly that she felt suffocated, and everyone on the Internet was being swayed by the opinion leaders. In a few days, she had become a good-for-nothing and an ungrateful daughter. Tens of thousands of people despised her.

Anyone who spoke up for her would be condemned for having different views.

Lucille looked at the comments on the Internet. She was forced into a desperate situation, and all she could do was lock herself in her room and draw... Ralph and the others could not do anything about it either.

Everyone thought that after the news gained popularity, the matter would soon be suppressed. However, nothing changed even after nearly a month. Lucille shut herself in her room and did not come out.

She even locked her door.

The reporters were still waiting at the door, and Franklin was aware of them at the beginning. Later, he simply gave up and went in freely.

As soon as he went inside, Aurora ran over and said, "Uncle, Mom is still drawing. She has not come out for several days.'

Her little face was covered with

tears. Many things had happened in the past few days, and Marie was the only one who took care of her. Lucille locked herself in her room to draw in isolation.

"Let me have a look."

When Franklin heard this, he was a little worried.

He knocked on her door.

"Lucille?"

There was no response.

The door was left ajar.

"Go inside. She won't respond to you anyway." Ralph followed as well.

For the past few days, everyone had advised Lucille, but she did nothing apart from eating and drawing. Sometimes, she even slept in her studio. "I'm coming in."

Franklin put his hand on the doorknob. After a moment of hesitation, he still opened the studio door.

Lucille's studio was not big. It was only a dozen square meters. There was a large drawing board inside with an unfinished picture hanging. The colors of the pain were dark and depressing.

The room was filled with the scent of paint.

She was not facing the door. She was still drawing on her drawing board with a brush as if she was possessed.

However, while she was holding the brush in her hand, it was obvious that her hands were shaking viciously. Every stroke seemed to be drawn with difficulty.

When Franklin saw this scene, he could not help but feel distressed He took a few steps forward and hugged her from behind. "Take a break. Don't be afraid. Everything will be over soon."

Lucille's hand was shackled by the man, and she could not lift her hands up. After trying several times, she put her hands aside, but she did not say anything.

Franklin turned the woman's body over and lowered his head.

The afternoon sunlight shone through her studio through the windows, shining on her small face. There were colorful pigments on her cheeks, and she looked at him with clear eyes. Lucille opened her mouth. She wanted to say something, but no words came out of her mouth.

Franklin was stunned by what he saw. A memory from his youth was awakened from the deepest parts of his heart.

He parted his lips slightly and asked in a

probing tone, "Little mute?"