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The bodyguards reported that the IP address used to send the emails to Eleanor was ‘ocated at Elysium Aesthetics Clinic. Alexan- der immediately stormed over to inquire. On the way, he overheard two cleaners chatting.
“Better start looking for new jobs, quick. Heard there was a major medical malpractice incident at the clinic.”
“Some girl, they say she had almost all her skin taken without any anesthetic, and then they just forgot her in the operating room.”
“When they found her, the floor was soaked through with blood.”
“If it hadn’t been for the blood leaking downstairs, who o knows how long they would have forgotten her. Martha, she went to clean
ty times and th up, passed out cold right there. Gary said he cleaned it twenty times and there was still blood!”
Alexander’s face froze. He grabbed one of them. “That girl you’re talking about, did she have a scar running across her face?”
The cleaner shook her head. “I didn’t see the girl, but I heard she was quite beautiful.”
Alexander breathed a sigh of relief, then let her go. After all, Eleanor, in her current state, was far from beautiful. I watched him, a bitter laugh echoing in my soul. He was the one who had made Eleanor look the way she did now, y yet he didn’t even remember
what she used to look like.
Alexander looked at my discharge record from the hospital and slammed his fist on the table. “Bitch! She deliberately changed the IP address to humiliate me! She’s probably hiding somewhere, watching me being played for a fool.” He snarled, “Send men to grab Eleanor and interrogate her. I don’t believe her mouth is as stubborn as her will!”
Hearing Eleanor’s name, I, already numb, instinctively lunged forward, trying to slap him. I had already repaid my debt to him with my life. Why should others be dragged into this? Why could he always believe his own warped suspicions, but never, not once, beli-
eve me?
The men had just been dispatched when Mr. Caldwell, the administrator, rushed over, sweating profusely. “Mr. Blackwood, it’s terri- ble!” he exclaimed. “Miss Seraphina’s rejection is severe. She needs to be in the ICU right now, but she’s insisting on checking out.
Please, go persuade her!”
Alexander was frantic, sweating profusely. He twisted his ankle but kept going. When he arrived, Seraphina was slumped against a
wall, pale–faced, a crowd of doctors and nurses helpless behind her.
“Seraphina, what are you doing? You’re tearing my heart out!”
“Brother…” Seraphina’s eyes welled with tears. “Someone keeps sending me pictures of Sister. It’s all my fault. I’ll go apologize to Sister. She shouldn’t treat herself like this.” As she spoke, she tried to stand, but in an instant, she completely lost strength and
fainted.
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fainted.
“Seraphina!”
Alexander cradled her in his arms, his eyes flashing with a ruthless glint. Seraphina was rushed to the emergency room. Alexander took her phone and, without hesitation, uploaded all the pictures to the internet.
The photos showed me, bearing that terrifying face, depicted cavorting with a string of grotesque, leering men fat, some old. The surrounding tools in the photos were too unspeakable, truly sickening.
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some ugly, some
Within moments, the photos soared to the top of trending topics, with tens of thousands of vicious comments. Alexander watched the hateful remarks, a look of grim satisfaction on his face. “Let’s see where you’ll hide now, with which man! When you’re thrown onto the street, I’ll be the first to dump slop on you!”
A few minutes later, his face stiffened. He saw another trending topic. Eleanor Vance was live–streaming her suicide attempt from the rooftop of Blackwood Industries!
