"I stayed at the hospital until Ms. Levange woke up. But the moment she did, she dragged me to Mr. Hardy's ward and wanted me to take care of him. It was only then did I know that Mr. Hardy was now paralyzed from the waist down and would be bed bound for the rest of his life. So, Ms. Levange wanted to get rid of her "burden" as soon as possible."Compared to his parents, Mr. Hardy had more of a sense of shame. He asked me to leave and said that he would never let his parents disturb me any longer. But not long after that, I got a call from the nurse, who said she could not find Mr. Hardy's parents. She could only call me from the number left behind by Ms. Levange so that I could pay for Mr. Hardy's overdue medical fees amounting to ten thousand dollars."The nurse who called Larissa entered the livestream room. After she stated her identity, she began to detail what happened that night."Finally, let me tell you why Ms. Levange and Mr. Hardy could not pay for the medical fees and in
Coincidentally, Kevan had been with the representative for StreamWave Studios in the morning. When he heard about this, he immediately requested the approval of Zero's request.Together, Kevan and Dylan quickly finished their work before 7 pm so that they could wait for Larissa on the first floor of the company building.So, in theory, Kevan would not have had anything else left to do."I need to find someone to edit the video, secure the top headlines, and get it all trending," Kevan said.…It had not even been half an hour since Zero's stream ended, and the video of her stream had made its rounds online.Various big social media accounts began posting articles with regard to the livestream. "The Daughter-In-Law Has Responded Live! 'The Mediators Room' Debunked!""Get 'The Mediators Room' to Apologize!" "Is 'The Mediators Room' Good at Truth Distortion?" "Was This All a Setup? The Sins of 'The Mediators Room'!" "Who Is Consuming Netizens' Kindness?" "Stop Donating! T
Declining Zero's invitation for supper, Larissa left by herself.Now that it was past dinner time, the elevators at Microworks were mostly empty. She was able to reach the first floor very quickly. The security guard recognized her and leaped out of his chair at once."Ms. Seymour!" he greeted her, all smiles as he voluntarily opened the special access gate for her before she could speak.Larissa thanked him immediately, and he dipped his head as a sign of respect. "Goodbye, Ms. Seymour! Please come again!"Larissa suddenly had the sensation of mistakenly entering some high-end restaurant.After walking out of the Microworks Building, she turned back to look, and it was still lit up. At this point, it was already 10 pm.There were already fewer cars on the road compared to when she just came. Only a couple or so cars could be seen driving past. She waited for a while before an empty cab came her way. She had just given the driver the address when Zero's phone call came.Confused
"Her daughter-in-law! I bet she's trying to force her to change her mind. It's totally disgusting!""Yeah! If I was Larissa, I would never come! See what she does!""Come on, guys, let's go! I daresay that someone like her won't jump! The more people watch, the more she'll act up! If no one bothers to entertain her, she'll just slip away quietly on her own!"The voice of the speaker was a little familiar. Larissa had just turned back when she smacked right into a firm chest. Huffing as she held her sore nose, she looked up to see—"Mr. Rogers?" Her eyes widened.As for the other guy near him chatting with the others, who else could it be but Dylan Shields?"Why are you here?"Kevan did not answer, but he gripped her wrist and said flatly, "Come."As his pace was faster than hers, Larissa had to jog a little to keep up with him as he dragged her.Kevan's car was parked near the surgery building. Once he pushed Larissa into the back seat, he sat on the other side of it as well.A
The police did not restrict access to the surgery building, so Dylan reached the rooftop pretty easily. There was a policeman guarding the entrance. When he saw Dylan coming over, he blocked him off."The rooftop is still off limits."Dylan got out his business card and handed it over calmly. "Hello, sir. I'm a lawyer representing Ms. Larissa Seymour, specifically here to negotiate with Ms. Levange."Everyone present knew about how Janine wanted to meet Larissa through her wailing.The policeman went out to the rooftop briefly before coming back. He said to Dylan, "Go on up.""Thank you." Dylan made the last few steps to reach his destination.The rooftop of the surgery building was quite large. It usually served as a resting area for doctors and nurses, with several long tables placed there.As people frequently came up here, the doors to the rooftop were not locked, which gave Janine the chance to "jump".Turning a corner, Dylan saw two uniformed policemen and Janine, who had
Mrs. Hardy did not fall for it."Call her now! Make her tell everyone in the whole wide world! Tell them everything she said tonight was false! Tell them only what I said is true!""But is what you said true?" Dylan asked.Mrs. Hardy choked on her own spit. "Of course, it's true!" she shouted, her head held high in defiance. "Stop talking nonsense! Call Larissa right now!""Of course, I could call Ms. Seymour, and I could certainly have her take back everything she said tonight," Dylan said, closing the distance between them by half a step and meeting her eyes, his gaze unwavering. "But think about everyone you've deceived for a moment. Do you think they'll ever be able to trust you again?"Mrs. Hardy was stumped by his question. Her eyes darted around surreptitiously, as if she were trying to think of an answer to his questions."Actually, this whole incident has never been Larissa's fault. The only party you should be placing the blame on is the production team of 'The Mediators Room
Kevan and Larissa sat in the car quietly.They were just looking at one another without exchanging words. It seemed to be the most common occurrence when they were alone.Kevan stared out of the window.His expression was calm, but his body tensed inch by inch.He wanted to talk to Larissa, but he didn't know what he should talk to her about.Numerous conversation topics flashed through his mind, but they were rejected by him one by one."Are you okay?" sounded too stupid."Have you eaten?" sounded like he was trying too hard to fill the silence."You did well today" was just weird. She wasn't his subordinate."Do you remember how, as a child, you used to—" That was probably a scar she wished to never uncover in this lifetime if she could help it.Forget it, he thought dejectedly.Perhaps he really was just as Dylan described—he had no talent for pursuing girls.Larissa's phone was turned off. She had no plans of turning it on again for now.Without her phone to kill time, she felt the
"Don't worry, even if the clothes get damaged this time, I won't hold you responsible for it."Larissa released a sigh of relief.Still, after a long while, she suddenly wondered: if he truly was so generous, why did he insist that she compensate him the last time?…Mrs. Hardy was taken into custody by the police, and Dylan was able to leave after successfully completing his mission.The crowd gathered outside the surgery building had already dispersed when he left, and the firefighters were in the process of deflating the air mattress. A few bystanders muttered, "How boring! She failed to jump even after making all that fuss."When he returned to the car, Kevan asked him, "How did it go?"Dylan fastened his seat belt and replied while he started the car. "She said she'd been asked to go on the show by an editor, Ms. Holleran, from the show.""An editor from 'The Mediators Room'?" Kevan felt that something was not right. "How did an editor from a television program know all about her