In a private hospital room, Honora lay in bed, scrolling through the chat between Milton and Larissa. She took a screenshot and sent it to Finley. Seeing that the message went through, she knew he hadn’t blocked her.
[Finley, Benedict, the director you worked so hard to recruit, has abandoned Starlight Media. It was your life’s work, and now your own sister is driving it into the ground. I feel so sorry for you.]
She waited, but no reply came.
It didn’t matter. She knew he had seen it.
She put down her phone and looked at her own bandaged face in a hand mirror. Only her eyes were visible. Soon, the bandages would come off, and her beauty would be restored.
With Lucius backing her now, she was certain she could finally destroy Larissa. She would make Larissa pay a thousand times over for every bit of pain she had endured.
…
At the city hospital, Finley had just been given another dose of sedatives, and the agonizing pain was finally beginning to subside. His doctor stood by the bed, looking at his pale face with a troubled expression. He turned to Vivica and Leopold, who were visiting.
“Mr. Judson’s condition… we’ve done all we can. We can’t keep him on anesthetics long-term. It will eventually cause brain damage.”
Seeing her son so weak, Vivica’s heart ached.
“I understand,” she said, her voice strained. “We’ll arrange for his discharge tomorrow and figure something out ourselves.”
“I’ll prescribe a month’s worth of painkillers. I strongly advise you to find a specialist who can treat him within that time.”
After the doctor left, Vivica’s eyes turned red.

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