They were Ian and Sawyer.
"Absolutely not." Without any hesitation, I pushed the phone back. "Freya, how many people have read this article?"
"Not many. Including the ones working for the publisher and those I've sent for investigation, it should be around five." Freya thought for a moment and then suddenly looked at me vigilantly. "My dear, don't tell me that you've become softhearted at this moment?"
I was silent and had nothing to refute with. Indeed, I didn't want to lose Anne, but not this way. Once this article was published, I didn't know how many people would be hurt by it. Even if I didn't read about it, I knew that this was invading their privacy. Besides that, the issue also involved children. It would be a mess if the whole thing was revealed online. Besides, Ian's life would be completely destroyed. Those who were acquainted with Sawyer would recognize him at once with a glance...
Freya saw the way I acted and felt a little disappointed. "Arianna, now is not the time to sympathize. Our lawyer has analyzed thoroughly, and your chances of winning this case is slim.
Doing this is our only way. Otherwise, we can only wait for the court to judge and let Anne go with him."
I shook my head and looked at the well-behaved Anne seated beside me with a bitter smile. "No, there must be other ways. Anne can't live without me, nor can I without her. No one can separate us."
Ian and I had known each other for more than ten years. Even if we would meet in court, I would never do such a thing to hurt him.
Fearing that Freya would make her own judgement, I added, "Freya, please have this deleted."
Freya helplessly rolled her eyes at me and said, "How do I even start to chide you?"
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