Time-Limited Love: A Contract Expired, Not Renewed novel Chapter 146

Charles let out an awkward, dry laugh, but didn’t say a word.

But Landon caught the meaning behind his silence instantly.

“I married her because she’s easy. If she started demanding all my time and energy for emotional support, why would I bother with this marriage in the first place?”

He tossed out the words, cold and sharp, then shot a glance at the spot where Zinnia had already vanished through the hospital doors. Grinding his teeth, he muttered a curse under his breath and strode off.

Charles waited until Landon was out of earshot before grumbling to himself, “Just you wait—you’ll die alone at this rate.”

Why get yourself into this marriage if it’s such a hassle? He talks a big game, but if he didn’t care, why did he get so worked up just now? His eyes were practically red with anger.

Although the livestream had ended, and both the rumors about Zinnia’s botched surgery and her alleged affair had been publicly cleared up, the online frenzy didn’t die down. If anything, it only intensified.

Now, instead of Zinnia being condemned as a homewrecker, the top trending topic was the Ford Group CEO fiercely defending his wife.

#MrFordDefendsHisWife: “Turns out the so-called childhood sweetheart was just a clown.”

#MrFordSays: “When you insult my wife, you insult me.”

Twitter’s tide shifted almost overnight. Where there had once been attacks on Zinnia’s skills and character, now people were gushing that she and Landon were a perfect match—smart, beautiful, made for each other.

Meanwhile, Noelle found herself the new target for ridicule.

“What’s her excuse now—accidental likes? Just going to quietly un-like them and hope no one noticed? Too late, I’ve got screenshots.”

“Don’t play innocent. When Dr. Quinn was being dragged through the mud as a homewrecker, your influencer didn’t speak up to clear things up. She just let everyone assume she was Mrs. Ford. What a joke.”

If Noelle’s fans had just kept their heads down once the truth about Zinnia being Mrs. Ford came out, maybe the whole mess would have blown over. But no—they insisted on clinging to their self-righteousness, trying to cover up with a flimsy veil of denial. Their antics managed to rile up even the casual onlookers, who jumped in to join the dogpile.

Among them were some tech-savvy students from top universities.

“Guess who the so-called ‘insider’ was? Step aside, here comes the hard evidence.”

With that, someone posted Noelle’s account IP address—along with the IPs behind the most vicious anti-Zinnia comments. They were identical.