Revenge is best served cold novel Chapter 116

Turning down Levi's offer to accompany me, I arrived at the hospital where Elsa was staying. She lounged against the headboard, basking in the attention of Jack and Mom with a faint smile on her lips.

The moment I stepped inside, she immediately shrank under the covers, pretending to be startled. Jack instinctively moved to shield her, his expression wary.

"What are you doing here?" he demanded.

I raised an eyebrow. "Didn't you tell me to come and apologize?"

To emphasize my point, I even shook the fruit basket in my hand before placing it on the side cabinet.

A flicker of unease crossed Jack's face, but his tone softened slightly. "At least you're acting like a proper sister now. Hurry up and apologize to Elsa."

I shook my head. "But I don't think I did anything wrong."

I reached out and pulled Jack aside, then sat directly on Elsa's bed, completely ignoring the wary look in her eyes. "Tell me, do you really think I was wrong?"

Of course, Elsa wanted to say yes. But with Jack and Mom present, she had to maintain her delicate, innocent facade.

"Jane, I didn't post that video. My friend did… She was just worried about me, so—"

I didn't accuse her. Instead, I responded with a calm smile, "Even so, she shouldn't have edited it so maliciously. I told you to take more time to understand design, didn't I?"

Her gaze darted away nervously. I could tell she was preparing to deny it. "Good thing I had surveillance cameras installed. If not, your friend could've ruined me."

A flash of panic crossed Elsa's face.

Just as I suspected—she never imagined I would have surveillance footage.

Her voice trembled slightly. "Of course…"

She practically forced the words out through gritted teeth.

"That's great. Since it was all a misunderstanding, why don't you post a statement clearing things up?"

I met his gaze with an innocent look, completely unfazed by his hostility.

As Elsa tapped on her phone and sent out the statement, I shifted my focus to Mom. "Mom, Elsa keeps having these depression episodes. She can't go on like this, can she?"

Before Mom could respond, Jack frowned and said, "What are you trying to say?"

Sensing the rising tension, Mom quickly intervened. "Jack, calm down. Jane is just concerned about Elsa."

She shot him a disapproving glance before sighing. "There's nothing we can do. The doctor did prescribe some medication, but Elsa refuses to take it. She says it'll interfere with her thinking and creativity, making it impossible for her to design. No matter what we say, she refuses to take it."

I smirked as I watched Elsa's expression turn uneasy.

Of course, she wouldn't take it because she wasn't actually depressed.

"I already spoke with the doctor. There won't be any side effects. Shouldn't getting her treated be the real priority here?"