Hugo felt a sudden panic rise within him as he moved forward, only to be yanked back by Eugene who dragged him out by the collar.
The hospital room door closed in an instant.
Through the narrow gap, he caught a glimpse of Mila's bloodshot eyes staring back at him, filling his heart with inexplicable dread. He struggled to grab the doorknob, instinctively calling out, "Sis..."
Mila shut her eyes, refusing to look any longer.
The door clicked shut.
...
Hugo was forcefully dragged into the stairwell and kicked to the ground.
Eugene pressed a foot firmly against Hugo's chest, leaning in with a smile that radiated from his well-sculpted features.
"So, Hugo, is it? If you ever show up in front of my sister again, don't blame me for being unfriendly. I'm not as easygoing as she is, and I certainly don't have a calm demeanor. When I lose it, even I can't predict what I might do."
Hugo coughed a few times, just about to lash out when a sharp pain shot through his side, and before he knew it, he was tumbling down the stairs.
Eugene stood at the top, lightly kicking his leg, his smile unchanged, but his eyes were as cold as ice as he watched Hugo fall.
"How dare you upset my sister."
Suddenly, a thought crossed his mind, and his smile widened as he casually remarked, "Oh dear, I should be thanking you, really."
He briskly descended the stairs, pretending to offer a hand to help Hugo up.
Hugo's entire body ached, and seeing Eugene approach, he scrambled back as if he'd seen a ghost, clumsily getting to his feet and darting down the stairs.
This guy was just like his brother-in-law—a complete lunatic!
"Tsk, why are you running so fast? I haven't even thanked you yet."
Eugene shook his head in mock disappointment.
He genuinely wanted to thank Hugo.
If it weren't for today's uproar, his sister wouldn't have given up on Hugo so decisively and so quickly.
From now on, he would be the only brother his sister had.
The hacker friend was the first to respond, sending over a recent communication log concerning Hugo and Charlotte.
The journalist friend, however, remained silent.
Without wasting time, she skimmed through the documents, piecing together the puzzle in her mind.
As expected, while the evidence didn't definitively prove Giselle's involvement, it did confirm that Charlotte was stirring the pot.
She was the mastermind, and Hugo was merely her puppet.
As foolish as ever!
However, she couldn't afford to wait any longer. Did they really think she was easy to bully?
Mila considered her next move, copied Charlotte's phone number from the files, and opened a dark screen program on her phone.
She typed in a series of moderately complex codes.
Once done, she pasted Charlotte's number into the program, constructing a virtual number to send an anonymous message.
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