Of course, that was his child! And Laila had never been violated! If Roy ever found out who was spouting such nonsense, he would sue them until they lost everything!
"Laila, don't worry. Leave this to me. I promise I'll handle it for you!" he said as he flipped out of bed.
But just as he was about to get dressed, Laila grabbed his arm.
"What exactly are you planning to do?"
"What else? First, I'll have the FB team delete all those false statements!"
Roy was furious. Laila was the woman he loved most. She had given him the greatest gift—a perfect child—and made him the happiest man in the world. And now someone dared to defile her reputation with such malicious slander? Whether it was intentional or not, he wouldn't let them off! He knew well that FB had many brilliant programmers; tracing the commenter's address through their IP wouldn't be difficult at all.
People shouldn't think they can say whatever they want online without consequences. If he wanted to sue, he could still throw them in jail. Never forget—this was a capitalist society, where the wealthy held all the power!
Even if there weren't laws yet to punish this kind of speech, they could spend money to make one! Find senators, find judges—if one didn't work, they'd find two; if two didn't work, they'd support new candidates who would make it happen. One way or another, he would get justice for Laila!
Laila, on the other hand, was thinking further ahead. FB was her company; deleting comments was important, but she didn't intend to do it that way.
"Did you forget about freedom of speech? If I just delete all the negative comments about me, what do you think the public will think of FB?"
Roy understood that she meant such a heavy-handed approach would create a sense of crisis among users and erode their trust. But compared to the insult she had suffered, did he care about any of that?
"Then what? Do you expect me to just sit there and watch people defile you with their filthy imagination?" He couldn't bear it! That would hurt him more than destroying his own life.
"Don't worry." Laila smiled, patting his arm gently. "It's not that big a deal. Look at all these messages—so many people comforting me. Isn't that kind of sweet?"
This world had never been completely fair. For example, when a woman was violated, she often became the one blamed in the end. People would say, "Why did she dress so revealingly? Wasn't she asking for it?" The victim would become a joke for others to laugh at.
Of course, the claim about the kidnappers violating her was pure fabrication. But seeing her fans rush to comfort her as their first reaction actually moved Laila. Naturally, there were still a few sour comments, like saying she had no one to blame but herself for running off to make a movie in such a dangerous place. But those comments didn't need Laila to respond—her fans had already drowned them in scorn.
Roy furrowed his brow and pulled her into his arms. "Don't stop me from finding that person. I must get justice for you!"
"And after you find them?"
"I'll make sure they go to prison!"
Laila couldn't help but laugh at that answer. "Alright, I won't stop you." If it had been the old Roy, he would have used his fists to seek justice for her. But now, he had finally learned to use the law as a weapon. He had matured a lot over the years.
Honestly, having someone say such disgusting things about her, and seeing it spread to so many people, any woman would be furious.
Laila wasn't someone without a temper. She had quite a big one, though she usually kept it hidden. Anyone who had worked with her on a film knew that when she truly lost her temper, even the fiercest people would shut their mouths and tuck their tails between their legs in fear.
She wasn't stopping Roy from tracking down that person; even if he didn't, she would have done it herself.
Having survived in the entertainment industry, she had experienced countless battles against keyboard warriors. Aside from her adorable fans, there was always a small group who stared hungrily at others' "dirt." Even if there was no dirt, they would make some up.
In showbiz, everything ran on fan economy. A single baseless rumor from a troll could ruin a promising young talent's future. In her previous life, she had once met a very promising girl, young, hardworking, and beautiful.
A beautiful face could be both a blessing and a curse in the entertainment world. A blessing because it made her rise easier; a curse because this industry was terrifyingly harsh on beautiful people.
Laila had gone to great lengths to plan Roy's path to fame because she feared that if he got labeled as nothing but a "pretty face," he might spend ten or twenty years struggling to shake off that stigma. People would only see his looks and ignore his acting.
The girl she once knew had just gotten into performing arts school when she was chosen for a commercial under Laila's direction. Even in her previous life, Laila had been a capable director, and thanks to that commercial, the girl became famous. After a blitz of commercials, many people remembered her lovely face and charming smile.
But a year later, when her career should have been soaring, she vanished from the scene. The reason? Trolls accused her of having a "plastic surgery face." No matter how she tried to defend herself, they kept twisting her words, mocking and slandering her until she finally left the industry, heartbroken.
At the time, Laila felt sympathy, but mostly she had become numb. If a less attractive actress got a role, people accused her of using connections; if a pretty one got it, they called it plastic surgery or "casting couch" deals. In those people's eyes, the world was nothing but darkness.
She didn't pity that girl too much—at most, she sighed. To survive in this field, you needed an unbreakable heart. The girl's departure wasn't just because of trolls but also her fragile character.
Laila's hatred for keyboard warriors had started long ago. Back then, she couldn't do anything about them; she was even too stingy to hire paid internet armies. But now? As the heir of the Moran family, would she still be afraid of lacking money to "play" with them properly?
However, before that, she needed to first clean up the filth online. Just because she didn't care didn't mean others didn't. Whether it was her mother, who had called her so early, or the fans who kept pouring in with comforting messages, they all needed her to resolve the situation quickly to ease their worries.
When it came to "clearing her name," her past life had given her a hundred ways to come out spotless. But this time, she decided to use the simplest and most direct way to respond to those who truly cared for her.