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Hope Williams shook her head and said, "The reporters weren't called by us. When things escalate, they spread naturally. We just didn't control the situation, but we weren't promoting it from behind the scenes."

Emma Winton let out a cold laugh.

It was clear that, like Owen Winton, she didn't believe it at all.

How could things escalate so quickly without their influence from behind? They just wanted to destroy her, cutting off all her paths.

Now, she was completely isolated, left only to await their decision.

Hope Williams and Aria Richardson knew she might not believe them, but whether she did or not, they'd said what needed to be said.

Neither of them planned to stay long, and Aria Richardson said, "Take care of yourself."

Emma Winton's gaze, like that of a venomous snake, was fixed on Aria Richardson's back.

She was isolated with no way out. She no longer cared for her own life and had nothing left to fear.

If she had to suffer, she'd make sure they did too.

The two returned to Zoey Sanders' hospital room. Zoey, hearing the commotion outside, looked at them curiously, "Why is it so noisy out there? What happened?"

Hope Williams responded, "Emma Winton attempted suicide by cutting her wrists."

"What?" Zoey Sanders opened her mouth in surprise.

Upon hearing this, Lucy Parker let out a cold snort. She knew Emma Winton had been going through a rough time lately and that she'd reached the point of attempting suicide due to unbearable pressure. Yet, she didn't feel any sympathy for her.

No matter what, she deserved it.

"And how is she? Did she die?" Lucy Parker asked, peeling an orange, her voice sinking.

"No, she was discovered in time and saved."

"Good, it would've been too easy if she'd died just like that." Lucy Parker said through gritted teeth, seething.

Two weeks later.

Reporters uncovered the news that Emma Winton's health had improved enough for her to leave the hospital.

On this day, several police cars were parked outside the hospital, surrounded by many reporters.

Emma Winton sat in her hospital room, facing the window with her eyes closed, lost in thought, her face still pallid.

"It's time to go." A policeman approached.

Emma Winton opened her eyes, her beautiful eyes devoid of color and emotion. She stiffly lifted her hands, like a soulless puppet ready to be manipulated, as handcuffs were placed on her.

"Are there a lot of reporters outside?" she asked in a hoarse voice.

"Yes, there are quite a few reporters, but don't worry, we'll keep the situation under control."

What good is it?

Everyone would see the scene of her being escorted to the police car.

Before, she could hide in this hospital room, numbing herself by pretending to be deaf and mute.

But now, she had no choice but to face it.

Even though she had mentally prepared herself, she was still on the brink of collapse.

"Can't I just not go out?"

"No, you can't." The police officer replied sternly.

Emma Winton knew it was a pointless question to ask. How could she possibly not go out?

"Then can I at least use the bathroom?" Emma's voice was still hoarse, sounding fragile and pitiful.

She wanted to use the bathroom, and there was no way they could refuse. The officer released her handcuffs, watching as she entered the restroom, waiting outside till she was done.

Emma spent a long time in the restroom, only coming out slowly when the officers urged her.

"Let's go."

Once more, she was handcuffed and led out of the hospital room.

Along the way, people around pointed and whispered about her.

Emma, however, did not lower her head, but kept it high, eyes fixed straight ahead, not shifting at all.

It was as if she was still that high and mighty Miss Winton.

But only she knew how much strength it took to hold herself up, to not appear disheveled.

The voices of people's discussions reached her ears.

"That's Emma Winton they're talking about online, right? She's quite pretty, but who would've thought she'd be so malicious."

"Exactly, causing so many issues, she's not just malicious, I believe she's mentally twisted."

"She's truly harmed herself and others. The Winton Group was also severely impacted by her actions. Whoever associates with her is unlucky."

"Look at her expression, even faced with imprisonment, she shows no sign of remorse."

Emma quickened her pace to move away, outwardly appearing calm and composed, while inwardly she was breaking down, telling herself not to listen to them, not to listen.

The reporters were all blocked at the hospital entrance. When they saw Emma being taken out, they surged forward, shoving microphones almost into her face. In response to the reporters' questions, Emma kept her lips tightly shut, saying nothing.

Fortunately, with police assistance, order was quickly restored, and the reporters were kept at a distance.

Amidst the chaos, nobody noticed when Emma clutched a foldable dagger tightly in her palm.

Wyatt Lewis and Aria Richardson arrived at the hospital to see Zoey, only to witness the chaotic scene.

The two had no intention of staying, and Wyatt Lewis held Aria Richardson as they left.

"Wyatt Lewis."

Emma Winton, who had been silent, finally spoke up.

The reporters also noticed Wyatt Lewis and Aria Richardson, immediately raising their cameras towards them.

"Can I talk to you for a moment?" Emma's voice was unexpectedly filled with a plea.

"I have nothing to say to you."

"Please, just a few words. Look at the state I'm in; just pity me." She said, self-deprecatingly.