Mrs. Gibson, Your Identily Is Exposed

Chapter 862 Smearing

"Yes! My daughter is waiting for me!" Harley retorted, buttoning up his shirt and throwing on his slouchy jacket. Ignoring his mother's presence, he changed his clothes and took the key before going out. He asked Carlee to go out and then he locked his apartment.

"Stop right there and listen to me!" Carlee growled.

But Harley was out the door, and Carlee angrily ran after him to stop him. The two walked in a hurry; one in a hurry to catch up to her son, the other picking up the pace to avoid her and get to the elevator. When Harley stopped, Carlee wasted no time in unleashing her tongue.

"Do you know that bone marrow can't be donated indiscriminately because it has a great impact on the body? So you are not afraid of falling ill and causing trouble to your health in the future?"

Carlee counted on Harley to live up to old age and to attain that, it was very important to have sound health from a young age. Harley stared at the digital panel on the wall and replied coldly, “It doesn't matter, my daughter is my life!”

Hearing Harley's resolute tone, Carlee's rage grew into pity. She slapped Harley on the back before scolding him. "The child can be reborn after it's gone. Do you have to risk your own body?”

Listening to her mother’s seemingly painstaking persuasion, Harley smiled. He didn't understand why his mother would ignore the life and death of her granddaughter since she was so concerned about her health. Is it because the child was a granddaughter?

Harley was reluctant to think deeply, only knowing that no one could stop him.

"What is a life without a kid?" Harley asked calmly. Just then the elevator door opened, and he made his decision known to Carlee before stepping inside. "Don't question my decision about donating bone marrow anymore. I can give my life for my daughter!"

Carlee frowned and froze. The elevator door slowly closed on her face, and Harley rushed to the hospital without hesitation. It took a while before Carlee came back to her senses and found that Harley had long since disappeared.

her thigh angrily. "How the hell did I

waited to take the elevator on the other side to go downstairs, and when she got down looked around but could not find Harley. But she knew there was a high chance that Harley was going to the hospital, and was determined to chase him all the way to

was boiling with rage, and whenever she was upset, she preferred venting her anger by being rude to other people. "What are you looking at? Are

time, the men and women who were

Timothy, are you the mother

Carlee roll her eyes as

journalists?”

a way to put pressure on Harley to revoke his

use these paparazzi, one to make Harley change his mind, and the other to make Nina

up with my son Harley, had sex while he was drunk, and then threatened him with a forced birth. Now that the illegitimate daughter is sick, the Paul family want to take the opportunity to extort a huge sum of money from my son, and also want him to donate bone marrow to ruin his health! Such a woman has no conscience! I only recognize Sylvia as our daughter-in-law of the Timothy family, and as for Nina, she's a

After the interview, the reporters immediately compiled the content of the interview into a manuscript and released it. It didn't take long before Carlee's appearance went viral, and Harley became one of the top-searched topics in the whole country

his situation "the love triangle" and sure enough, conspiracy theories and controversial comments began

criticize Harley, suggesting that he be included as one of the bad movie entertainers and kick

news of his incident had everyone talking, attracting hundreds of millions of netizens in just

sent Jasmine to retrieve Harley from the hospital and let them decide on the matter. Jasmine, who also had a splitting headache, went from the Timothy family villa to find Harley's apartment until finally bumping into

you're in the hospital

a hunch in his heart, and asked with a calm smile, "Is

say anything in response. She just dragged Harley towards