Serena’s eyes gleamed with malice. “They all survived?” Madam Victoria nodded hesitantly. “Yes. Some suffered burns from sulfuric acid, and others had dislocated arms. Their injuries are minor and not life-threatening.” Frustration twisted Serena’s face. “Why couldn’t she just die? What a nuisance!” She gritted her teeth before her expression turned calculating. “Still, their injuries might work in our favor. We’ll accuse Liza of harming minors. Their parents will be outraged and demand justice. “Go stir things up with their families,” she instructed coldly. “Make sure the parents believe their children had no reason to attack Liza unless provoked. Spin it so it looks like Liza injured them without justification. We’ll shift the blame onto her and make her pay the price!” Serena exhaled sharply, her expression darkening further. “Don’t let anyone trace this back to me. If trouble arises, I’ll handle it discreetly. For now, I’ll focus on tarnishing Liza’s reputation and letting public opinion crush her. The netizens will do the rest.” Although Liza emerged from the incident unscathed, Albert insisted she visit the hospital. He made sure she underwent a thorough examination to rule out internal injuries. Gavin waited outside, his demeanor calm yet tense. By the time the check-up was complete, night had fallen. George approached, his tone cautious. “President, the Sinclair Family tried to secure the release of those hooligans, but they failed. From what I’ve uncovered, those individuals have committed numerous crimes under Serena’s orders. Each time, they were released shortly after their arrest, and Serena’s involvement remained hidden. This time, however, their luck has run out.” Gavin’s gaze was impassive as he toyed with a gun in his hand. “Letting them live is already an act of mercy.” George felt a chill run down his spine. The president’s calm tone only emphasized his terrifying resolve. Before George could offer a word of caution, muffled voices from nearby caught their attention: “We’re just kids! They can’t lock us up!” “Liza wasn’t even hurt! Why should we be punished? We were just doing the right thing by going after her!” Gavin’s expression turned icy, his patience wearing thin. George’s face paled. He wished he could silence them before they provoked the president further. With a dark glint in his eyes, Gavin strode purposefully toward the source of the voices. “Gavin,” Liza called softly as she stepped out of the ward. She reached for his arm, her touch halting his advance. “Let’s pay them a visit together.” Her gaze was steady, and a faint smile tugged at her lips. “Serena thought she could use those hooligans to get rid of me and then erase all evidence? She’s dreaming.” Liza stood before Gavin, her expression calm but resolute. She pressed the record button on her phone and said firmly, “Gavin, I’m not the type of woman who can be bullied.” Though she had feigned vulnerability in the past, it was clear she wasn’t one to back down. Weakness was never part of her nature. Inside the hospital ward, the scene was far from serene. The boy lay on his bed with a bandage wrapped around his head, while the girl clutched her stomach, the effects of her injury evident despite the medication. Both looked pale and miserable. As soon as they saw Liza enter, their tempers flared. “You witch! I’ll kill you!” the boy shouted furiously. The girl’s voice rose in unison, filled with venom. “You ruined my face! When I get out of here, you’re dead! Mark my words!”Liza raised an eyebrow, her lips curling into an amused smile. These children aren’t victims—they’re deranged. Without losing her composure, she took a seat and responded coolly, “I’m afraid you don’t have what it takes to threaten me.” The room fell into a brief silence before erupting into chaos. The girl shrieked, “You monster! You assaulted us, and we’re minors! I’m going to sue you for abuse!” At that moment, the girl’s mother stormed into the room, her face contorted with rage. “My daughter’s stomach is severely injured! The doctors said she might never have children! And her face—there’s a scar now! Her entire life is ruined! You’re responsible for this!” Her accusations rang out loudly, fueling the tension in the room. The implication was clear: Liza was at fault, and the children’s injuries only added weight to the claim. With their injuries as evidence and their insistence that they hadn’t harmed Liza, the parents were banking on twisting the narrative in their favor. If they succeeded, Liza would bear all the blame. But Liza wasn’t fazed. She surveyed the enraged faces in the room with an air of detachment before sneering. “Oh, you’re furious because I walked away unscathed, aren’t you?” Her tone was sharp, cutting through the chaos. “You should’ve attacked harder if you wanted to kill me so badly. Maybe then, you’d have succeeded in avenging Serena. But look where we are now—I’m perfectly fine, while all of you are stuck in hospital beds.” Her words only seemed to stoke their anger further. Unbothered, she continued in a casual tone, “You might think you can extort me for money, but let me be clear—I’m not short on funds. Paying for medical expenses wouldn’t be an issue for me.” The parents’ expressions briefly shifted to greed before her next words wiped it away.“But why should I?” Liza’s gaze sharpened, and her voice turned icy. “You’re the ones who attacked me first, armed with rods and knives, intending to kill me. It’s not my fault you failed. Your injuries? They’re your responsibility. I owe you nothing—not morally and certainly not legally.” Her words cut through the accusations like a blade. “It’s absurd how ignorance drives people to such lengths. Perhaps you should spend less time scheming and more time educating yourselves. It might save you from situations like this.”