Love's Bitter Edge (Eva and Leonard) novel Chapter 218

Chapter 218 Don’t Abort the Baby 

The rumors spread like wildfire, and with just enough truth to them, people started believing Leonard was faking his memory loss to divorce me. 

Some claimed he was shopping for luxury goods with Amelia, others saw him inspecting work sites, and others saw him chatting away with business partners. 

If he truly didn’t remember anything, why was I the only thing he’d forgotten? 

The netizens were convinced Leonard was just another unfaithful guy. 

Even some of the actresses he had briefly dated started chiming in, hinting they had been to our home and throwing shade at him. 

The old feud between Leonard and Lily that had blown up in the media was dragged back into the spotlight, making it seem like Leonard was a habitual offender who couldn’t be trusted. 

As the wronged wife, I was showered with sympathy while Leonard and Amelia faced widespread condemnation. But the real damage was to the company’s reputation–and that 

was what the Harmon family couldn’t afford. 

“Eva, why couldn’t you handle this more calmly? 

“You know well how much of an impact the Internet has on the company!” 

It was the first time Mr. Harmon Senior had ever raised his voice at me. I lowered my head, too tired to explain. 

Even if Emma was right in exposing the truth, I had allowed the situation to spiral. 

At this point, we needed to focus on damage control. 

Caleb had accompanied me back, worried something might happen. Seeing how furious Mr. Harmon was, he quickly stepped in to help. 

“Granduncle Ian, I was at the scene. This wasn’t Eva’s fault.” 

“Leonard’s already in a confused state. He’s still at the hospital. Ithink it’s best if we work on getting this situation under control.” 

“How are we supposed to keep it under control? Are we really going to admit he’s mentally ill? 

People were already speculating that Leonard had some form of intermittent mental illness. 

How else could they explain his heroic actions one minute and his complete lack of recognition the next? 

I had a feeling that Uncle Bob and his family had a hand in this mess, but there was no way to 

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prove it. 

The fact that Leonard doesn’t recognize me said it all. 

A lot of things won’t hold up to scrutiny, and if we were not cautious enough, someone might catch on and use it against us. 

Mr. Harmon Senior looked at me and then looked at Caleb. 

“Caleb, you’ve handled PR for companies abroad before. What do you think we should do?” 

Caleb shot me a reassuring look before speaking 

“Everyone knows this is just rumor–mongering. Leonard’s injury while saving Eva is well- documented. We can issue a clarification. 

“As for the internal company issues, we shouldn’t dignify those with a response. The best course of action is to show that Leonard and Eva are still together, united.” 

He hesitated for a moment, then glanced at me apologetically. “I heard from my mom that… Well, the baby may not survive. But maybe you can use the pregnancy to your advantage.” 

My eyes widened. “You’re suggesting I announce my pregnancy?” 

He nodded. “It would confirm that the two of you are still close and expecting a child. With that announcement and previous media reports, people will stop questioning your relationship. 

“Once the gossip dies down, I’ll help divert attention with some celebrity news. Soon enough, no one will be focused on Harmon Group anymore.” 

I had to admit his plan was solid. 

By confirming the pregnancy, we could stop the rumors. As long as no one spilled the truth, we could weather the storm. But despite the logic, something about it didn’t sit right with me. 

Still, Mr. Harnton Senior was already nodding in agreement, making the final call. 

“Caleb, get in touch with the PR department at Harmon. Put together a proposal.” 

He turned to me. “Eva, don’t abort the baby–at least not yet. Wait until all of this blows over.” 

I placed my hand on my stomach, feeling a deep sense of sadness. This baby would never be born, yet it had to serve as proof of my relationship with a man who no longer loved me. 

But there were no other options left. I let out a long, shaky breath. 

“Alright, Mr. Harmon Senior. 

I’ll do whatever you think is best.”