The medical report provided undeniable proof of intentional physical assault.

Elise now held concrete evidence to pursue legal action if she chose to press charges.

She finally powered on her phone, sending the detailed medical examination report directly to the police department.

After completing the necessary paperwork, she checked herself into the hospital for proper care.

Lying back against the crisp white hospital pillows, she scrolled through the endless missed calls lighting up her screen.

She deliberately ignored every single one.

Opening a news app, she saw the entire internet had turned against Samuel and Sophia.

The comments section overflowed with the most vicious insults imaginable.

The scandal had escalated far beyond personal reputations—both Mitchell Corp and Scott Enterprise were facing severe consequences.

Consumers were organizing boycotts while stock prices plummeted dramatically.

Elise felt absolutely no sympathy.

She opened Twitter, searching for Samuel's post from yesterday.

The once supportive replies had transformed into thousands of condemning messages.

The most liked comment simply read: [Trash belongs with trash].

But the most retweeted response contained no words at all—just a single thumbs-up emoji.

It came from a verified account named 'William Levine, Levine Holdings'.

The replies underneath were exploding with activity.

[Is this really William Levine? He actually uses Twitter?]

[I just verified—it's his official account, but this is his first ever tweet.]

[Oh my god... William Levine has blessed Twitter! My ancestors are celebrating!]

[Even William Levine can't stand Samuel Mitchell's behavior. What a legend!]

The thread continued with endless praise and admiration.

Suddenly, Elise found herself smiling without reason.

She could perfectly picture William sending that tweet, his expression cool and detached yet undoubtedly amused.

But just as quickly, her smile faded as she pressed her lips together.

She didn't know when it started, but William kept appearing in her thoughts unexpectedly.

He surfaced in her mind at random moments, feeling increasingly natural each time.

Setting her phone aside, she deliberately pushed the thoughts away.

She had just settled into her pillows when movement caught her eye.

She turned toward the doorway, certain her imagination was playing tricks.

But there he stood—William himself, leaning against the doorframe of her hospital room.

Her heart stuttered several beats, reacting strongly to his sudden presence.

Perhaps... just perhaps...

He always seemed to find her first whenever trouble struck, always positioning himself firmly in her corner.

His consistent presence was slowly thawing parts of her heart she thought permanently frozen.

Their eyes met across the quiet room, silence stretching between them.

For a long moment, Elise genuinely didn't know what to say.

Should she thank him?

But she knew better than anyone that gratitude wasn't what William wanted from her.

The piercing ring of her phone shattered the quiet moment abruptly.

Snapping back to reality, she saw Benjamin's name flashing repeatedly across her screen.

She finally answered the call.

"Elise Scott! When are you going to stop this madness?!" Benjamin's furious voice exploded through the speaker.

To the Scott family, Elise would always be the one at fault.