Chapter 188: Half a month later, Allison and Kellan again took Lorna to Vrining for treatment.
"I hope this trip goes smoothly," Allison said, smiling warmly as she placed their luggage in the car before taking Lorna's hand. The little girl followed closely, clutching her ceramic doll—a miniature replica of herself.
"Don't worry," Kellan reassured them. "This time, we have a private plane from the Lloyd Group. There will be no safety issues." He smiled softly at Lorna. "Lorna adores the doll you gave her; she hugs it every night."
Allison lightly touched Lorna's head, her voice softening. "Really? After we get you better, how about we make some more dolls together?" Lorna nodded, though a flicker of confusion crossed her eyes.
They soon departed. The luxury of a private jet meant only a brief wait at the FBO, far from the main terminal. Kellan was particularly meticulous about this trip, ensuring no one suspicious could approach.
As they drove, Lorna pointed to an ice cream stand. It was the first time in a while she'd expressed a desire. Allison crouched down. "Do you want some ice cream, Lorna?" Lorna didn't respond, but fidgeted with her doll, clearly intrigued. Kellan, remembering his brother's habit of treating Lorna, suggested, "Let's get some."
Allison bought a cone and tasted it. "It's pretty good," she said, smiling and offering some cantaloupe-flavored ice cream to Kellan. Despite his sensitive stomach and the doctor's warnings against cold foods, he accepted it. "It's quite nice," he remarked.
"Of course! Cantaloupe ice cream is perfect for summer," Allison said, enthusiastically handing a cone to Lorna. They shared a pleasant moment, unaware a camera on a nearby street corner secretly recorded their joy.
Meanwhile, Thea reviewed the photographs she'd taken, a mix of joy and jealousy swirling within her. After a recent slander incident, everyone in her small group had been fired. She'd cleverly feigned illness, preventing her involvement in the framing, thus avoiding the police station. However, her time at the company had been unpleasant; her coworkers had gradually ostracized her, fueling her resentment. This opportunity, she wouldn't let slip.
Anonymously, Thea posted the photographs on the company's internal forum, along with a provocative caption: "A gold digger trying to win over Kellan Lloyd and his illegitimate daughter. Kellan looks disgusted. How long until she's abandoned?"
The post quickly garnered attention. "So the rumors were true! When did Mr. Lloyd have an illegitimate daughter?" The anonymity emboldened employees to share harsh opinions, sparking rampant speculation. "Rich people are so frivolous. What a pity. Allison seems pretty, but behind the scenes, she's so servile. Acting high and mighty with us, yet having to please the boss," one comment read. Another chimed in: "She must be up to no good! Have you heard? Allison started as the other woman. She stole someone else's boyfriend. Fresh from a divorce and already flirting again. Just look at Kellan's disdain. She's bound to be abandoned soon."
Thea reveled in the insults and curses, her eyes shining. She uploaded more photos, fanning the flames. "This woman, who gets ahead by taking shortcuts, is disgusting. Allison, get out of this firm!" The post's popularity soared to the top of the forum. Many employees were unaware of Allison's true character, and the forum's anonymity unleashed a surge of mob mentality. "Exactly! Allison Clarke must leave the company immediately!"