Chapter 92

Emily hung up the phone with Mia and gazed blankly at the scenery flashing past the car window.

The only person who could make all the negative news about her vanish overnight was William Johnson. She couldn’t think of anyone else.

Her fingertips lingered on the phone screen for a long time before she finally locked it.

He had once said the last things he wanted to hear from her were "thank you" and "sorry."

Besides, she had no idea where he was now or who he was with.

Barging in uninvited would be inappropriate.

The company building came into view. She took a deep breath and pushed aside her tangled thoughts.

"Emily, did you see that video circulating in the group chat?" her colleague Lily whispered as soon as she stepped into the office.

Emily paused, her expression neutral. "What video?"

"It’s just—" Lily hesitated, then shook her head. "Never mind. It’s gone now anyway."

Emily calmly returned to her desk and turned on her computer.

Murmurs drifted from the break room.

"She must have hooked up with some big shot. Otherwise, how could everything disappear so cleanly?"

"I heard she worked multiple jobs back in college..."

The sound of the glass door swinging open cut the gossip short.

Michael Thompson walked in with a coffee cup, his gaze sweeping over the female colleagues. "Not busy? Quarterly reports all finished?"

They scattered like startled birds.

During their private meeting that afternoon, Michael seemed hesitant. "If you need any help—"

"Thank you for your concern," Emily interrupted with a smile. "It’s all in the past now."

Michael nodded knowingly. "With Vice President Johnson around, I suppose you don’t have to worry."

She simply smiled without explaining.

Just as she returned to her seat, her phone buzzed violently.

"Emily Smith! You bitch!" Emma Clark’s hysterical voice nearly pierced her eardrum. "Did you tell William to go after the Clarks?"

Emily calmly held the phone away from her ear.

"I’m warning you—go beg him to stop! Otherwise, I’ll tell Amanda Lin all about how you seduced him! Just wait and see—"

Click.

She ended the call decisively and blocked the number.

At the end of the workday, Mia burst into the office like a whirlwind.

"Come on! I’m treating you to a feast!"

Emily shook her head. "I want to visit Yvonne first."

The hospital still reeked of disinfectant.

On the bed, the young girl’s smooth scalp was marred by jagged stitches.

Mia’s bag hit the floor with a thud.

"This… this is…"

Emily gently took her sister’s cold hand and quietly recounted the nightmare of the past year.

"Emily!" Mia suddenly pulled her into a tight embrace, tears soaking her shoulder. "You idiot! Why didn’t you tell me sooner?"

Fists rained down on her back, but they didn’t hurt.

Finally, Emily’s eyes reddened too.