Sylvia exhaled and almost collapsed. Fortunately, Serene, who was next to her, supported her in time.
"Sylvia, don't worry; I'm immediately preparing to hold a press conference to clarify the relationship between me and Zia to the public. You are the most innocent person in this matter. I'm really sorry." Charles walked over, heartbroken.
Sylvia shook her head and silently walked towards her office.
Charles followed behind her, worried.
"Mr. Jacobs, I'm fine. Your hand injury hasn't healed yet, go back to the hospital." Sylvia was worried about his arm wound, after all, it was too deep and long.
"Sylvia, I'm fine. I really didn't expect things to turn out like this. Actually, I'm not afraid of what others will say. I'm just afraid you won't be able to handle it." Charles said guiltily.
"Mr. Jacobs, I'm fine. What hardships haven't I suffered these few years? I'm not that fragile." Sylvia smiled, "You go to the hospital quickly; I want to rest for a while. I'll bring your food later."
Her small face was somewhat pale, her eyes were dazed, and her thin body leaned against the door frame, seemingly supporting herself.
Charles's gentle eyes fell on her face, and his heart throbbed.
He did not expect her to be so embarrassed. She was such a strong and decent woman, and if much humiliation happened to her, it would be worse than killing her.
"Okay, I'll go now." He said in a low voice, walking towards the door."
He couldn't let the woman he loved be wronged!
Sylvia closed her eyes.
At ten o'clock in the morning, Serene ran in excitedly.
"Miss Lancelot, the tide of public opinion has finally turned. Now, everyone is scolding Cassandra, praising you for being smart, persistent, and capable. You are a role model for women in the new era, and they are all praising Gucci Reloaded Group perfume. We now have almost a hundred thousand followers. We are really winning; it's great."
Sylvia was stunned. It seems that it was all Charles's handiwork.
Sure enough, Serene started talking non-stop again:
"Miss Lancelot, did you know? Mr. Jacobs is so affectionate. He held a press conference, focused on explaining his relationship with Zia, and exposed Cassandra's despicable behavior. Finally, he shouted affectionately to the media: Sylvia, you are my goddess, the only love in my life. For you, I will never marry."
"Not long after the press conference, the police also evaded the rumors on the official website and issued a statement. Cassandra will now face half a month in prison. She really deserves it. That woman is too vicious. The netizens are now forwarding Mr. Jacobs's press release. All his affectionate confessions at the press conference were filled with love."
They've been too busy these past two days, so she didn't have time to take a closer look.
It was time to take a look.
She slowly opened it up.
The diary was indeed written by her mother.
The first half was devoted to daily life and reflections on life.
From her input, it can be seen that she was depressed, living a very unhappy life, and feeling particularly guilty towards her grandmother. After all, the Shaw family was deteriorating day by day, and she had no way to help her mother's family. The man she found not only failed but also betrayed her.
Sylvia felt uncomfortable watching and wiped her tears with a tissue. Soon, Serene came over and told her that Zia was recuperating at Empathy Medical Centre.
In other words, she was admitted to the same hospital as Charles.
Sylvia thought for a moment, put away the diary, stood up, picked up her bag, and walked outside.

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