Levin Sawyer didn’t have time to explain in detail to Mrs. Sawyer. With his arms crossed, he said lazily to Vincent Grant, "President Grant, I’m the one who hurt President Forrest. I’ll take full responsibility. This doesn’t concern you. You can leave."

’You’re a real eyesore just standing here.’

Vincent Grant didn’t move. "Whether President Sawyer hurt him or I did, we’re both involved."

He looked at Sophia Shaw, his meaning clear.

Sophia Shaw’s business was his business.

Levin Sawyer was so angry he ground his teeth, and his fists were itching for a fight again.

’Faye said no fighting.’

’No fighting.’

’Absolutely no fighting.’

Levin Sawyer forcefully held down his restless fists, repeating the mantra over and over in his head.

Vincent Grant’s phone was ringing nonstop.

He didn’t answer it.

Sophia Shaw was perceptive enough to recognize the custom ringtone he had set for Joanna Sherman.

’What’s gotten into Vincent Grant? He’s not even taking Joanna Sherman’s call?’

"Why don’t you get your phone, President Grant?" Levin Sawyer suggested. He glanced toward a figure making a call behind a nearby pillar, wishing someone would just get this guy out of his sight.

"It’s not important." Without so much as a glance, Vincent Grant rejected the call.

Not important!

Joanna Sherman wasn’t far away, and she had heard Vincent Grant’s words loud and clear.

It felt like being struck with a blunt object—a painful, numbing blow.

Just a few months ago, she was his closest partner. They fought side by side, and everyone knew how important she was to him.

’And now she had become "unimportant"?’

The dial tone of the rejected call droned on. Joanna Sherman clenched her jaw, unable to stop her entire body from trembling.

She was gripping the phone in her hand so hard she nearly crushed it.

Sophia Shaw saw Joanna Sherman as well, and she arched a delicate brow.

She had only raised her brow in surprise, but in Joanna Sherman’s eyes, it was a blatant provocation!

She glared back viciously.

’What a psycho,’ Sophia Shaw thought, turning her head away and refusing to look at her any longer.

Joanna Sherman gripped her phone, and as she stared at Sophia Shaw, it was as if she were seeing her former self.

She, too, had often seen Vincent Grant ignore Sophia Shaw’s calls. She, too, had once worn that same expression of detached disdain.

It wasn’t an act; you simply don’t even register them as a rival.

When you’re not on equal footing, you don’t even qualify as an enemy!

Back then, it had felt so effortless, so natural. Only now that their roles were reversed did she finally understand how much pain the loser had to endure.

Joanna Sherman bit down hard on her lip, barely restraining herself from storming out and losing her mind in front of Vincent Grant.

In the end, Vincent Grant was called away by Joel Hale.

Jenson Forrest’s examination was also finished, and he was wheeled out.

He had a broken posterior rib.

He had to be admitted.

Jenson Forrest was wheeled out, his lips deathly pale. His gentle, scholarly face was drenched in sweat, giving him the delicate frailty of a sickly young gentleman.

Even a man’s man like Levin Sawyer couldn’t help but feel a pang of sympathy.

Levin Sawyer snuck a glance at Sophia Shaw.

And just as he expected, Sophia Shaw rushed over anxiously. "How are you?"

"I’m fine," Jenson Forrest said, trying to prop himself up. He didn’t want to seem too weak in front of Sophia Shaw.

The movement only pulled at his injury, and he fell back with a pained gasp, clutching his chest as he broke into a low, suppressed cough.

Sophia Shaw’s heart clenched. She steadied him. "Don’t move. Just lie still."

With that, she carefully helped him lie flat on the gurney.

Watching this, Levin Sawyer suddenly thought: ’Why wasn’t I the one who got hurt?’

He stepped in, moving between Sophia Shaw and the gurney, and took hold of it himself. "I’ll take President Forrest to his room."

Since Sophia Shaw still needed to find Lillian Forrest, she didn’t argue.

Only after Levin Sawyer and Jenson Forrest disappeared around the corner did she head for the exit, pulling out her phone to call Lillian Forrest.

Before she could even dial, a tight grip clamped around her wrist.

Sophia Shaw looked up and came face-to-face with Joanna Sherman’s twisted, furious expression.

"Sophia Shaw, it was you who secretly sent someone to my hospital room to record that video, wasn’t it?"

Joanna Sherman’s ferocious expression made her look like she could eat someone alive.

Sophia Shaw watched her quietly and nodded. "Yes."

Joanna Sherman bit down so hard that her teeth dug into the back of her tongue, sending a sharp, piercing pain through her mouth.

But that pain was nothing—not even a fraction of the humiliation Sophia Shaw had inflicted upon her.

"You’ve already ruined me! Why do you have to mock me, too!" she shrieked hysterically. Her chest was wound so tight it felt like a massive inferno was about to burst forth.

Lead Aerospace’s sixty percent recovery rate had ground her into the dust, making her the biggest joke in the city—no, in all of Cathan!

And yet, Sophia Shaw had still sent someone to her hospital room to film her, to laugh at her, to mock her.

Joanna Sherman felt both wronged and full of hate.

"How can you be so venomous!"

Sophia Shaw’s lips curved into a slight, quiet smile, but the light in her eyes was glacial. "Joanna Sherman, aren’t these the same tactics you used against me? You thought it was perfectly fine when you were doing it to me, so why can’t you take it now that it’s your turn?"

Joanna Sherman’s anger froze on her face.

"You’re... getting revenge on me?"

"Yes. I am getting my revenge."

Sophia Shaw stared coldly at Joanna Sherman. "I haven’t forgotten the pain you caused me for a single minute!"

"Joanna Sherman, if I didn’t come for you before, it wasn’t a matter of if, but when!"

Joanna Sherman’s eyes bulged.

’So, the weak, useless Sophia Shaw was never weak at all!’

’Just... how much more was she going to retaliate for?’

Joanna Sherman herself had lost count of how many times she had bullied Sophia Shaw over the years, or how many times she had incited others to do it for her.

Sophia Shaw flung her hand off and took a few steps forward.

Then, as if a thought occurred to her, she stopped and turned back.

She grabbed Joanna Sherman’s shoulder and pulled her close. "Joanna Sherman, to be honest, I actually felt pretty guilty about sleeping with Vincent Grant and ruining his proposal. You didn’t deserve any sympathy, but Vincent was innocent in all this."

"If you had just kept your head down after that, if you hadn’t come back and immediately targeted my uncle, I never would have thought of getting revenge!"

"If you’re going to have the heart of a viper, then don’t be surprised when you get bitten back!"

She gave her a gentle push.

Joanna Sherman collapsed like a house of cards.

Sophia Shaw turned on her heel and walked away.

Once she was away from Joanna Sherman, she closed her eyes and let out a long, heavy breath.

’The old Sophia really was pathetic, wasn’t she? To think she almost gave up on all her vengeance for a man.’

’Thankfully, Vincent Grant’s cold indifference snapped her back to reality.’

When Sophia Shaw found Lillian Forrest, she was in an embrace with Rhea Dunn.

Feeling a little awkward, Sophia Shaw could only step to the side.

Lillian Forrest quickly pulled out of Rhea Dunn’s embrace, her face as red as a ripe persimmon. "Rhea Dunn, who said you could just hug me like that?" she exclaimed.

Rhea Dunn awkwardly rubbed the back of his neck. "I—I didn’t mean anything by it. I just—I just wanted to tell you that no matter what happens, I want to be with you."

"Lil, I don’t want to date you just because you’re beautiful. It’s because I think you’re incredibly strong and brave. Don’t worry, I won’t rely on my family, and I won’t let them interfere in our relationship!"

"I’ve already found a job, and I’ll work my way through college. I won’t take a single penny from my family!"

"I’ll show you that I’m not some useless, spoiled heir!"

"I don’t know what you’re talking about!" Lillian Forrest said, but her eyes shone with shy delight.

’Ah, young love.’

Sophia Shaw led Lillian Forrest back to the hospital room.

Jenson Forrest had just been treated. The anesthetic hadn’t fully worn off, and he had fallen asleep again.

Levin Sawyer was sitting quietly by the bed with his arms crossed.

He looked Jenson Forrest up and down.

Then he pulled out his phone and used it as a mirror to check his own face.

’I’m probably a little more handsome than Jenson Forrest, right?’

’That Forrest guy’s helpless, fragile act is so annoying. Faye’s heart went out to him the second she saw it. Too bad I can’t pull that off.’

Lillian Forrest’s eyesight was poor, so she didn’t realize Levin Sawyer was in the room. When she heard the nurse say Jenson Forrest had to be hospitalized, she grabbed Sophia Shaw’s hand. "Faye, could you... stay and help me take care of my brother? You know with my eyes... I can’t possibly look after him by myself."